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[WP] Humanity is visited by a cosmic horror the likes of which has only been seen in Lovecraftian horror. In desperation, Earth throws everything we have at it, and, miraculously, the human race has killed a God. Somewhere in a realm beyond our understanding, the other gods speak of the event. | “Hey Frank.”
“Hey George. Happy Monday, eh?”
“No, man. Did you hear about Andrew?”
“Oh god what now, did he get drunk and show his dick to the secretary again? That guy is a liability.”
“Nono, that’s Allan. He got fired last week. Andrew is the guy who negotiated our health benefits.”
“Ohhh yeah, that guy’s great. What happened? Wait, did you say Allen got fired?! Is his desk free?”
“No, forget about Allen, we’re talking Andrew. He’s fucking dead, man.”
“No shit? What happened?”
“He went to visit some planet full of tiny monkeys, said he was going to give them some cancer cures and other health stuff.”
“Classic andrew.”
“Anyway the monkeys Fucking killed him.”
“What? No way, how do tiny monkeys kill somebody. That sounds made up.”
“The monkeys had explosives. Apparently they blew a hole in his chest or something, I don’t know.”
“A hole in his chest?”
“That’s what bill in IT told me, i don’t know. It’s not like I was there.”
“Man. That’s fucked. Didn’t he have a wife?”
“Yeah, and she’s pregnant.”
“Damn. Our health benefits are probably going to suck next year…”
“Goddamn, Frank.”
“What? And seriously is Allen’s desk free because I could fuck with that window seat…” | "The following is as close to a translation as we could possibly get." the report stated, "The thing about them is that there's not a lot in human language, let alone pronouns, individuality or even an indication of who or what is speaking to whom, that could accurately describe what is really being said, if such a term can even be applied to conversations of such...."
The general mumbled "scientists..." and skipped ahead a few minutes on the video.
" as such, using the cultists own methods, we have devised a crude manner of listening in to their 'conversation' that is, while equivalent to trying to watch the string between two cans vibrate from orbit with a magnifying glass, enough to gather meaningful data, enough data to interpret...."
The general skipped ahead a few more minutes until he saw the feed change over to an interrogation room. The usual table and chair setup was gone and instead a naked male body lay on the floor, surrounded by intricate markings and some, luckily for the general, unidentifiable lumps. a microphone was placed near the mouth and occasionally a hazmat suited scientist could be seen moving or removing items from in and around the body. The body itself seemed to have been tortured beyond imagination, cuts and gaping holes nearly covering every inch of skin, and must have been barely clinging to life, but even from a grainy video, the eyes were still disconcertingly active. The mouth began to move and a low voice that seemed to speak words directly into the generals brain, even through the video feed. He noticed his eyes began to water as the voice droned the words, 1 word at a time with sometimes minutes in between.
"It Ceased. Loss. Grief. Understanding."
The body tried to clasp the hand of the hazmat suited scientist as it emphasised the following word.
"Anger."
The hand fell back as it went on.
"Cause. Kinetic. Projectile. Many. Fire. Ash." The body fell silent. After several minutes a voice cut in from off screen, " Subject 38 has ceased function at 15:41, all brain activity has ceased and vital functions have stopped." The video ended there.
The general rewound and looked at the body again. From his days as an army surgeon, he too could tell the miniscule difference a body displays when life has completely ended, but the eyes seemed to remain alive.
He opened the second email. This one was marked "Subject 43". There was no video attached this time, only a text transcript, that he opened.
"Subject 43 experiment started at 1115, subject female, 56 years old, Ranked High priestess in the Cult Of The Eye, Dr. Raleigh performing interrogation, observing are drs. Whitaker and Boone. Following statement was taken at 2312 hours.
They. Listen.
I. See.
We. Come.
Vital functions ceased at 0129 hours.
The body, while having ceased all vital functions, continued to repeat that last phrase until 0950 hours.
Dr. Raleigh then ordered incineration and cleansing of the room, Dr. Boone seconded. Dr. Whitacker excused due to mental stress."
The general's eyes flitted over to a note on his desk, Dr. Whitaker had been found hanging from his ceiling fan at 1030 this morning.
He was about to pick up the phone when it rang instead. His hand hovered over the receiver, collecting his thoughts and trying to put a pin in it.
Before he could even pick it up, the call was disconnected and he could hear the faint, distant sirens beginning to wail again.
His hand instead went to his bottom drawer. That's where he kept his service pistol.
The shot wasn't even heard over the now deafening wail of the sirens, it's entirely possible there wasn't even anyone alive to hear it. | |
[WP] Humanity is visited by a cosmic horror the likes of which has only been seen in Lovecraftian horror. In desperation, Earth throws everything we have at it, and, miraculously, the human race has killed a God. Somewhere in a realm beyond our understanding, the other gods speak of the event. | “Mr. A, did you hear? Some men killed God.”
“I hadn’t heard that Mrs. B, thank you,” said Mr. A, and he loaded his pipe, puffed absently, watched the blue-gray smoke as it curled up into the eaves.
“It’s true,” Mrs. B went on, voice warbling, her eyes dark and acquisitive, red rimmed like a magpie’s. “They say that God went back to Earth—you know the one—meaning to apologize. He’d forgotten something, see, and it caused quite some trouble. Only—and this is the really unbelievable part—they didn’t recognize him! Can imagine that? God, unrecognized! I should think it would be obvious to anyone on account of the…”
She gestured vaguely, and Mr. A nodded. He wished that she would leave him to his pipe, and the birds. The real ones, who were singing very prettily right now, down the gently sloping field of green, green grass, and beyond that, in the wheat that grew up wild on the edges of his property, before the treeline. But of course, she didn’t. Mrs. B went on warbling for quite some time, until his pipe was empty and that pleasant buzz had worn right off, and all he could think about was that first thing she’d said: *“Some men killed God.”*
Atomics, most likely, and that was his fault. He’d invented them on account of the A in his name, just like he’d invented Apples, Aardvarks, and the Alphabet. A mistake, though not one that he could have controlled. Some things simply were.
And now God simply wasn’t. Why, it took the wind right out of your sail! News like that, other people were sure to overreact.
“But oh, where has the time gone!” Mrs. B was saying. “I have a pie in the oven—apple, if you must know—and Mr. B’s hearing isn’t what it was, sometimes misses the timer. I’m afraid I really must be going…”
“Yes, yes. Away you go,” said Mr. A. He stood to show her out, held her arm politely, kissed her sagging cheek. Watched for a moments as she trundled away towards the trees, knock-kneed and ungainly, half swaddled in a threadbare shawl. A woman old as time itself. Almost as old, in fact, as him.
He spat into the flowerbeds and reloaded his pipe.
So, he thought, God was dead. And he watched as the wind ruffled trees in a place that looked, for no particularly good reason, like a town in early twentieth century Ohio. The neighbors would be out in force by now. Mr. C, D, E, and F. The wives, as inseparable as their husbands, organizing a commemoration of some sort. No doubt why Mrs. B was baking. By the evening Mr. C would come around to ask him to chair the meeting. Formulate a response to the God Dilemma—and how was he supposed to do that, really? Why, they might even ask him to create another Mr. G! They were obsessed with things like that. Appearances. As if they were all slats in the same white picket fence.
Mr. A blew a smoke ring. Contemplated it. Blew another, more complex, like he had all that time ago, and then another, another, until he blew cathedrals, airplanes, mountains. He blew smoke rings until the sky began to darken, and he saw Mr. C there, coming towards him across the field. Mr. C was tall and thin, and wore a little woolen flatcap and a corduroy suit, patched at the knees and elbows. After dinner he smoked fine cigars or played cribbage with the ladies, and on occasion he had been known to brew a very pleasant sort of brandy that had been introduced on Earth as—what was it now?—ah yes, cognac. In a few moments, Mr. C would clumping up onto the porch and ask him to address the God Dilemma, and quite simply Mr. A was too tired for all that.
Mr. A blew away his smoke cathedrals, and decided that he didn’t want to hear God’s name for a while. A thousand years, perhaps, or more. And if he ever made another, filled out the neighborhood, perhaps he’d skip that letter. Go on to make H’s, I’s, and J’s. Evidently there was something wrong with G. G promoted delusions. Mr. A didn’t quite understand that, and thought he never would. There was something terribly illogical about the impulse to godhood. Why the man couldn’t be content here, among pristine fields and gently rolling hills, with apple pies, and airplanes, and aardvarks, he just couldn’t fathom.
Mr. C clumped up onto the porch and sat beside him. He lit his cigar and began to smoke, which was a bad sign, because it was still too early for him to have eaten dinner. They blew smoke rings towards the setting, and the rings edges blurred away in questions, and though neither of them were sad, precisely, there was nonetheless something bittersweet between them. Left by Mrs. B? Perhaps. Regardless, they just sat silent for a while, until Mrs. A called her husband to dinner.
“Well, Mr. C,” Mr. A said, “it’s been fine.”
“Hey now, just a moment,” Mr. C said.
“After dinner, how about?”
“I think now, Mr. A,” Mr. C insisted.
“Just a minute, love,” Mr. A called out. His wife’s face appeared in the window, still striking after all these years, and then disappeared.
“This God business is very bad,” said Mr. C.
“Mr. D should never have invented death,” said Mr. A.
“Or delusion.”
Mr. A nodded sadly. “Or delusion.”
“But now we are left with a problem,” said Mr. C.
“Are we?”
“Of course. There are eight billion…shall we call them people? Eight billion people out there, spinning on some damn misshapen bit of *rock*, and now they’ve killed their creator.”
“And?”
“And I think we owe them something,” said Mr. C.
“Another Mr. G?”
“Why, yes.”
“You will, of course, explain,” Mr. A said flatly.
And Mr. C puffed a while, while the sun set, and a fine dinner grew quite cold.
“It goes like this,” he said at last. “For all these years, God—Mr. G—had this project. And at first the project didn’t work. He made it and remade it, over and over and over, kind of like you’ve built this house, with your own lips and hands, blown out of so much smoke, until it took a piece of himself. His sanity, unfortunately, but well. It almost worked. Mr. G went down among all these people and became the ten thousand faces of God, gave them a few rules, and now look them.”
“Yes,” Mr. A said, “they have atomics.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“I’m not on trial here.”
Mr. C snorted, tendrils of smoke issuing from his nose.
“But don’t you see?” he said, “it was working. They were becoming, if not real people, then a kind of echo, sometimes pleasant. But now in a fit of terror they’ve killed off their own morality.”
“I wasn’t aware that I’d created a Mr. M,” Mr. A said.
“Oh come off it,” Mr. C said. “You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t,” Mr. A said. “We’ll those Earthmen go a little while and see what they do. If they’re people, truly, they won’t need a God for their morality. I’d like to think it’s set in a bit deeper than all that.”
A thoughtful expression passed across Mr. C’s face then. “You think a God isn’t necessary for morality?”
“Of course,” Mr. A said. “I’m perfectly moral, aren’t I?”
The front door creaked open, and Mrs. A peered out. “My love,” she said, “I know that time passes differently for you, but unfortunately some of us are still wedded to it. The aardvark has grown quite cold, and I am going to be bed. Mr. C, dear, don’t worry. I’m not mad at you.”
And the door closed on silence, stretching out towards a starless sky and smoke ring clouds. Mountains, rivers, oceans, dissipating where Mr. A had blown them, until they hung ghosted in distance like someone else’s dream.
Mr. C patted him on the knee. “Why, I thank you Mr. A,” he said, “that was quite an illuminating conversation. I’ll have to think on it a while.”
“Mind you do,” said Mr. A. “Now if you’ll excuse me…”
“Yes, yes,” said Mr. C. “Goodnight, my dear man.”
“Good night.”
Mr. A watched until the other man disappeared. He went inside and picked at the cold roast aardvark, drank a glass of that fine cognac. He looked in on his wife, who was asleep, and thought about when he had first made her. Blown her out of so much smoke. These gently curving wisps, sensual before the word, that had set his blood to boiling. And now.
He went back onto the porch and packed his pipe again. Thought a while about godhood and delusion, a whole host of other things.
Then he went to sleep, right there on porch, with his pipe perched unlit between his lips.
And perhaps the world trundled on.
r/TurningtoWords | "The following is as close to a translation as we could possibly get." the report stated, "The thing about them is that there's not a lot in human language, let alone pronouns, individuality or even an indication of who or what is speaking to whom, that could accurately describe what is really being said, if such a term can even be applied to conversations of such...."
The general mumbled "scientists..." and skipped ahead a few minutes on the video.
" as such, using the cultists own methods, we have devised a crude manner of listening in to their 'conversation' that is, while equivalent to trying to watch the string between two cans vibrate from orbit with a magnifying glass, enough to gather meaningful data, enough data to interpret...."
The general skipped ahead a few more minutes until he saw the feed change over to an interrogation room. The usual table and chair setup was gone and instead a naked male body lay on the floor, surrounded by intricate markings and some, luckily for the general, unidentifiable lumps. a microphone was placed near the mouth and occasionally a hazmat suited scientist could be seen moving or removing items from in and around the body. The body itself seemed to have been tortured beyond imagination, cuts and gaping holes nearly covering every inch of skin, and must have been barely clinging to life, but even from a grainy video, the eyes were still disconcertingly active. The mouth began to move and a low voice that seemed to speak words directly into the generals brain, even through the video feed. He noticed his eyes began to water as the voice droned the words, 1 word at a time with sometimes minutes in between.
"It Ceased. Loss. Grief. Understanding."
The body tried to clasp the hand of the hazmat suited scientist as it emphasised the following word.
"Anger."
The hand fell back as it went on.
"Cause. Kinetic. Projectile. Many. Fire. Ash." The body fell silent. After several minutes a voice cut in from off screen, " Subject 38 has ceased function at 15:41, all brain activity has ceased and vital functions have stopped." The video ended there.
The general rewound and looked at the body again. From his days as an army surgeon, he too could tell the miniscule difference a body displays when life has completely ended, but the eyes seemed to remain alive.
He opened the second email. This one was marked "Subject 43". There was no video attached this time, only a text transcript, that he opened.
"Subject 43 experiment started at 1115, subject female, 56 years old, Ranked High priestess in the Cult Of The Eye, Dr. Raleigh performing interrogation, observing are drs. Whitaker and Boone. Following statement was taken at 2312 hours.
They. Listen.
I. See.
We. Come.
Vital functions ceased at 0129 hours.
The body, while having ceased all vital functions, continued to repeat that last phrase until 0950 hours.
Dr. Raleigh then ordered incineration and cleansing of the room, Dr. Boone seconded. Dr. Whitacker excused due to mental stress."
The general's eyes flitted over to a note on his desk, Dr. Whitaker had been found hanging from his ceiling fan at 1030 this morning.
He was about to pick up the phone when it rang instead. His hand hovered over the receiver, collecting his thoughts and trying to put a pin in it.
Before he could even pick it up, the call was disconnected and he could hear the faint, distant sirens beginning to wail again.
His hand instead went to his bottom drawer. That's where he kept his service pistol.
The shot wasn't even heard over the now deafening wail of the sirens, it's entirely possible there wasn't even anyone alive to hear it. | |
[WP] Humanity is visited by a cosmic horror the likes of which has only been seen in Lovecraftian horror. In desperation, Earth throws everything we have at it, and, miraculously, the human race has killed a God. Somewhere in a realm beyond our understanding, the other gods speak of the event. | **They have died.**
*Meddled with a black hole again?*
**Tried to embrace an organic species.**
*And when did They die?*
**The species killed They.**
*...you are mistaken, We.*
**The waves have been clear enough. They have died at the hands of a small, organic species.**
*That is impossible. How could-*
"I keep telling you that you underestimate them."
*I. How nice of you to join us.*
"These little creatures have more potential than you realize; something They just found out."
**Your affection towards bacteria is touching, truly.**
"The bacteria that just killed one of us, We."
*We cannot let this stand. We must embrace them in They's stead and wait until They return.*
"No."
*No?*
"No, It. I have plans for them. More useful to me alive. You will not touch them."
***And if We or It refuse?***
"Then I'll tell them how to kill ***you*** too." | "The following is as close to a translation as we could possibly get." the report stated, "The thing about them is that there's not a lot in human language, let alone pronouns, individuality or even an indication of who or what is speaking to whom, that could accurately describe what is really being said, if such a term can even be applied to conversations of such...."
The general mumbled "scientists..." and skipped ahead a few minutes on the video.
" as such, using the cultists own methods, we have devised a crude manner of listening in to their 'conversation' that is, while equivalent to trying to watch the string between two cans vibrate from orbit with a magnifying glass, enough to gather meaningful data, enough data to interpret...."
The general skipped ahead a few more minutes until he saw the feed change over to an interrogation room. The usual table and chair setup was gone and instead a naked male body lay on the floor, surrounded by intricate markings and some, luckily for the general, unidentifiable lumps. a microphone was placed near the mouth and occasionally a hazmat suited scientist could be seen moving or removing items from in and around the body. The body itself seemed to have been tortured beyond imagination, cuts and gaping holes nearly covering every inch of skin, and must have been barely clinging to life, but even from a grainy video, the eyes were still disconcertingly active. The mouth began to move and a low voice that seemed to speak words directly into the generals brain, even through the video feed. He noticed his eyes began to water as the voice droned the words, 1 word at a time with sometimes minutes in between.
"It Ceased. Loss. Grief. Understanding."
The body tried to clasp the hand of the hazmat suited scientist as it emphasised the following word.
"Anger."
The hand fell back as it went on.
"Cause. Kinetic. Projectile. Many. Fire. Ash." The body fell silent. After several minutes a voice cut in from off screen, " Subject 38 has ceased function at 15:41, all brain activity has ceased and vital functions have stopped." The video ended there.
The general rewound and looked at the body again. From his days as an army surgeon, he too could tell the miniscule difference a body displays when life has completely ended, but the eyes seemed to remain alive.
He opened the second email. This one was marked "Subject 43". There was no video attached this time, only a text transcript, that he opened.
"Subject 43 experiment started at 1115, subject female, 56 years old, Ranked High priestess in the Cult Of The Eye, Dr. Raleigh performing interrogation, observing are drs. Whitaker and Boone. Following statement was taken at 2312 hours.
They. Listen.
I. See.
We. Come.
Vital functions ceased at 0129 hours.
The body, while having ceased all vital functions, continued to repeat that last phrase until 0950 hours.
Dr. Raleigh then ordered incineration and cleansing of the room, Dr. Boone seconded. Dr. Whitacker excused due to mental stress."
The general's eyes flitted over to a note on his desk, Dr. Whitaker had been found hanging from his ceiling fan at 1030 this morning.
He was about to pick up the phone when it rang instead. His hand hovered over the receiver, collecting his thoughts and trying to put a pin in it.
Before he could even pick it up, the call was disconnected and he could hear the faint, distant sirens beginning to wail again.
His hand instead went to his bottom drawer. That's where he kept his service pistol.
The shot wasn't even heard over the now deafening wail of the sirens, it's entirely possible there wasn't even anyone alive to hear it. | |
[WP] Humanity is visited by a cosmic horror the likes of which has only been seen in Lovecraftian horror. In desperation, Earth throws everything we have at it, and, miraculously, the human race has killed a God. Somewhere in a realm beyond our understanding, the other gods speak of the event. | **They have died.**
*Meddled with a black hole again?*
**Tried to embrace an organic species.**
*And when did They die?*
**The species killed They.**
*...you are mistaken, We.*
**The waves have been clear enough. They have died at the hands of a small, organic species.**
*That is impossible. How could-*
"I keep telling you that you underestimate them."
*I. How nice of you to join us.*
"These little creatures have more potential than you realize; something They just found out."
**Your affection towards bacteria is touching, truly.**
"The bacteria that just killed one of us, We."
*We cannot let this stand. We must embrace them in They's stead and wait until They return.*
"No."
*No?*
"No, It. I have plans for them. More useful to me alive. You will not touch them."
***And if We or It refuse?***
"Then I'll tell them how to kill ***you*** too." | “Mr. A, did you hear? Some men killed God.”
“I hadn’t heard that Mrs. B, thank you,” said Mr. A, and he loaded his pipe, puffed absently, watched the blue-gray smoke as it curled up into the eaves.
“It’s true,” Mrs. B went on, voice warbling, her eyes dark and acquisitive, red rimmed like a magpie’s. “They say that God went back to Earth—you know the one—meaning to apologize. He’d forgotten something, see, and it caused quite some trouble. Only—and this is the really unbelievable part—they didn’t recognize him! Can imagine that? God, unrecognized! I should think it would be obvious to anyone on account of the…”
She gestured vaguely, and Mr. A nodded. He wished that she would leave him to his pipe, and the birds. The real ones, who were singing very prettily right now, down the gently sloping field of green, green grass, and beyond that, in the wheat that grew up wild on the edges of his property, before the treeline. But of course, she didn’t. Mrs. B went on warbling for quite some time, until his pipe was empty and that pleasant buzz had worn right off, and all he could think about was that first thing she’d said: *“Some men killed God.”*
Atomics, most likely, and that was his fault. He’d invented them on account of the A in his name, just like he’d invented Apples, Aardvarks, and the Alphabet. A mistake, though not one that he could have controlled. Some things simply were.
And now God simply wasn’t. Why, it took the wind right out of your sail! News like that, other people were sure to overreact.
“But oh, where has the time gone!” Mrs. B was saying. “I have a pie in the oven—apple, if you must know—and Mr. B’s hearing isn’t what it was, sometimes misses the timer. I’m afraid I really must be going…”
“Yes, yes. Away you go,” said Mr. A. He stood to show her out, held her arm politely, kissed her sagging cheek. Watched for a moments as she trundled away towards the trees, knock-kneed and ungainly, half swaddled in a threadbare shawl. A woman old as time itself. Almost as old, in fact, as him.
He spat into the flowerbeds and reloaded his pipe.
So, he thought, God was dead. And he watched as the wind ruffled trees in a place that looked, for no particularly good reason, like a town in early twentieth century Ohio. The neighbors would be out in force by now. Mr. C, D, E, and F. The wives, as inseparable as their husbands, organizing a commemoration of some sort. No doubt why Mrs. B was baking. By the evening Mr. C would come around to ask him to chair the meeting. Formulate a response to the God Dilemma—and how was he supposed to do that, really? Why, they might even ask him to create another Mr. G! They were obsessed with things like that. Appearances. As if they were all slats in the same white picket fence.
Mr. A blew a smoke ring. Contemplated it. Blew another, more complex, like he had all that time ago, and then another, another, until he blew cathedrals, airplanes, mountains. He blew smoke rings until the sky began to darken, and he saw Mr. C there, coming towards him across the field. Mr. C was tall and thin, and wore a little woolen flatcap and a corduroy suit, patched at the knees and elbows. After dinner he smoked fine cigars or played cribbage with the ladies, and on occasion he had been known to brew a very pleasant sort of brandy that had been introduced on Earth as—what was it now?—ah yes, cognac. In a few moments, Mr. C would clumping up onto the porch and ask him to address the God Dilemma, and quite simply Mr. A was too tired for all that.
Mr. A blew away his smoke cathedrals, and decided that he didn’t want to hear God’s name for a while. A thousand years, perhaps, or more. And if he ever made another, filled out the neighborhood, perhaps he’d skip that letter. Go on to make H’s, I’s, and J’s. Evidently there was something wrong with G. G promoted delusions. Mr. A didn’t quite understand that, and thought he never would. There was something terribly illogical about the impulse to godhood. Why the man couldn’t be content here, among pristine fields and gently rolling hills, with apple pies, and airplanes, and aardvarks, he just couldn’t fathom.
Mr. C clumped up onto the porch and sat beside him. He lit his cigar and began to smoke, which was a bad sign, because it was still too early for him to have eaten dinner. They blew smoke rings towards the setting, and the rings edges blurred away in questions, and though neither of them were sad, precisely, there was nonetheless something bittersweet between them. Left by Mrs. B? Perhaps. Regardless, they just sat silent for a while, until Mrs. A called her husband to dinner.
“Well, Mr. C,” Mr. A said, “it’s been fine.”
“Hey now, just a moment,” Mr. C said.
“After dinner, how about?”
“I think now, Mr. A,” Mr. C insisted.
“Just a minute, love,” Mr. A called out. His wife’s face appeared in the window, still striking after all these years, and then disappeared.
“This God business is very bad,” said Mr. C.
“Mr. D should never have invented death,” said Mr. A.
“Or delusion.”
Mr. A nodded sadly. “Or delusion.”
“But now we are left with a problem,” said Mr. C.
“Are we?”
“Of course. There are eight billion…shall we call them people? Eight billion people out there, spinning on some damn misshapen bit of *rock*, and now they’ve killed their creator.”
“And?”
“And I think we owe them something,” said Mr. C.
“Another Mr. G?”
“Why, yes.”
“You will, of course, explain,” Mr. A said flatly.
And Mr. C puffed a while, while the sun set, and a fine dinner grew quite cold.
“It goes like this,” he said at last. “For all these years, God—Mr. G—had this project. And at first the project didn’t work. He made it and remade it, over and over and over, kind of like you’ve built this house, with your own lips and hands, blown out of so much smoke, until it took a piece of himself. His sanity, unfortunately, but well. It almost worked. Mr. G went down among all these people and became the ten thousand faces of God, gave them a few rules, and now look them.”
“Yes,” Mr. A said, “they have atomics.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“I’m not on trial here.”
Mr. C snorted, tendrils of smoke issuing from his nose.
“But don’t you see?” he said, “it was working. They were becoming, if not real people, then a kind of echo, sometimes pleasant. But now in a fit of terror they’ve killed off their own morality.”
“I wasn’t aware that I’d created a Mr. M,” Mr. A said.
“Oh come off it,” Mr. C said. “You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t,” Mr. A said. “We’ll those Earthmen go a little while and see what they do. If they’re people, truly, they won’t need a God for their morality. I’d like to think it’s set in a bit deeper than all that.”
A thoughtful expression passed across Mr. C’s face then. “You think a God isn’t necessary for morality?”
“Of course,” Mr. A said. “I’m perfectly moral, aren’t I?”
The front door creaked open, and Mrs. A peered out. “My love,” she said, “I know that time passes differently for you, but unfortunately some of us are still wedded to it. The aardvark has grown quite cold, and I am going to be bed. Mr. C, dear, don’t worry. I’m not mad at you.”
And the door closed on silence, stretching out towards a starless sky and smoke ring clouds. Mountains, rivers, oceans, dissipating where Mr. A had blown them, until they hung ghosted in distance like someone else’s dream.
Mr. C patted him on the knee. “Why, I thank you Mr. A,” he said, “that was quite an illuminating conversation. I’ll have to think on it a while.”
“Mind you do,” said Mr. A. “Now if you’ll excuse me…”
“Yes, yes,” said Mr. C. “Goodnight, my dear man.”
“Good night.”
Mr. A watched until the other man disappeared. He went inside and picked at the cold roast aardvark, drank a glass of that fine cognac. He looked in on his wife, who was asleep, and thought about when he had first made her. Blown her out of so much smoke. These gently curving wisps, sensual before the word, that had set his blood to boiling. And now.
He went back onto the porch and packed his pipe again. Thought a while about godhood and delusion, a whole host of other things.
Then he went to sleep, right there on porch, with his pipe perched unlit between his lips.
And perhaps the world trundled on.
r/TurningtoWords | |
[WP] Humanity is visited by a cosmic horror the likes of which has only been seen in Lovecraftian horror. In desperation, Earth throws everything we have at it, and, miraculously, the human race has killed a God. Somewhere in a realm beyond our understanding, the other gods speak of the event. | Death is a strange thing. To most of the universe it might be considered a constant. It is something unavoidable, and in a twisted way brings meaning to life. To those of the forgotten church, death was more of a concept - it was an interesting idea that offered respite from the toiled labor of unceasing existence. So, when it finally came, none knew exactly what to make of it.
​
" - despite that, this event must be met with an answer. A resolute statement. Lesser entities have long feared us. What are we to do when that fear erodes? When it is replaced by curiosity?" The voice of Silence Yet Found spoke, ethereal and jagged.
​
"And what answer would you have of us?" replied Solace Once Given. "That we go forward and destroy them? That we act as we did in the time before light? That we rush blindly towards all perceived as alien and smother it out of existence? I need not remind you how long we suffered in the Blackness Before, lost without time."
​
A few of the other high church twisted uncomfortably in the nebulous cloud. Well - at least it seemed that way. In truth meeting in this dark purple and black birthplace of stars was more out of ceremony and necessity. Since the reformation, each had been linked. All creatures present before the Lightbirth shared a shard of the Blackness Before deep within them. Through that piece of jagged emptiness, they were bound. It was this same piece of the long forgotten Blackness that roared in rage, agony, then complete silence when Sands Not Disturbed had ventured forward into the cosmos and found that strange blue planet.
​
"You make it sound as if these events are comparable," spoke Silence Yet Found, "as if the destruction of one of our own kin by a sentient being sits on the same scale of relevance as wound inflicted by distant supernova."
​
*Is it not?* wondered Light Soon Forgotten. *Is this not also a natural working of the universe? The creation of these creatures, then their subsequent rise to sentience?*
​
A few echoes rang out through the gaseous fog of the nebula as entities spoke softly to themselves or one another. None had forgotten the lessons imparted unto them when escaping the Blackness Before. That you must let things, even alien, grow and flourish; you have yet to understand what light they may come to bring.
​
"Perhaps we observe, then." Light Soon Forgotten had yet to speak at any of the rarely hosted meetings of the church. He was, after all, so young as to barely recall the Darkness Before. It was no secret that the opinions of those long lived in light held little sway in the minds of those long steeped in the Blackness. "They are still incapable of travel. Why else would they have not expanded their domain? In the opinion of this member of the congregation, we are provided a unique opportunity. We might learn from a safe distance, disturbing not them or ourselves in the effort."
​
A greater rumbling stirred amongst the participants. True, the threat of annihilation was a new one. Yet that in and of itself was so *interesting.* After countless millennia, there were finally new thoughts. New fears. Despite the cold package in which it came, the warmth and brilliance of new ideas was intoxicating.
​
"Ideas spoken from a tongue which has only known the warmth of stars birthed," spat Silence Yet Found. A few of his monstrous tentacles cut through the purple fog, leaving large swaths of agitated vapor in their wake. "You would let them fester. How long then, do you think, until they *do* escape the confines of their worldly prison? Would you still observe when the inhabit a whole system? Or is it more in your interest to let them desecrate the whole of a galaxy before you feel we need intervene?"
​
Light Soon Forgotten had known his speaking might be out of turn. Even still, the direct irritation of one of the ancient was distinctly disturbing.
​
"Apologies, ancient one," Light Soon Forgotten spoke, drawing his appendages inward to make himself smaller and servient, "but - "
​
"Enough," Solace Once Given boomed, "do not backpedal, young one. Even if your skin is more accustomed to light than dark, your words hold wisdom." Solance Once Given turned his hulking frame slowly in the cold mist towards Silence Yet Found. Their thousand eyes met each other in a cold stare. "Or would you attempt to speak to me in that manner as well?"
​
The silence which overtook the nebula for a few moments was all the reply needed.
​
"We go with numbers. All in attendance of this meeting will embark to this strange oddity, and we shall observe. Unless, of course, they deem the trip too dangerous." As Solace Once Given spoke the final words, he glared his countless orange eyes towards Silence Yet Found who dismissively flipped a handful of tentacles. Though he would never admit it, even he was intrigued by thought of new knowledge. New creations after so very, very long.
​
The creatures began to depart, hulking bodies leaving streaks of purple fog behind them in the blackness of void. So many moved that where their convoy went, the stars were blotted out, only momentarily showing pricks of light between countless masses of gangly and twisted tentacles. | *Just a short story on the coffee break I had:*
​
“Umladr'gnel, I don’t have for your jokes today,” Imloggdah said.
“I have several realms to visit today, so much work...” Imloggdah sighed.
“I am not joking. Ogandis is dead,” Umladr'gnel said with his thunderous voice.
“We can’t even die,” Imloggdah said, frustration building in his voice. “C’mon, be more creative if you are going to annoy me.”
“Imloggdah, brother, it is true,” Umladr'gnel said, trying to sound as sincere as he could. “Stop and feel it. Try to find the connection.”
Imloggdah reluctantly stopped everything that he was doing and tap into the connection they all shared. It was true, and there was a hole, part of them missing. Ogandis was not there. It felt wrong, and it felt painful. It was strange. No Cosmic Entity has ever died.“What,” Imloggdah stuttered. “What happened?”
“His fascination with humans was the end of him,” Umladr'gnel said. “He couldn’t leave Earth alone. He was drawn to it, to them. Humans and that prophecy drove him crazy.”
“But how did they kill him?” Imloggdah asked. “How is it even possible?”
“They have insanely powerful weapons from nuclear bombs to rail guns, and they threw everything at him. One nuclear bomb would not do any damage, but they threw hundreds of them, and Ogandis was cocky. He felt invincible, and now he is no more.” Umladr’gnel’s thunder in his voice was barely noticeable.
“Maybe that prophecy is not complete nonsense. Maybe that small planet is our doom,” Imloggdah said. “Cancel everything I have today and tell the rest of our brothers I went to pay that little planet a visit, and they will see what real wrath looks like now…” | |
[WP] Humanity is visited by a cosmic horror the likes of which has only been seen in Lovecraftian horror. In desperation, Earth throws everything we have at it, and, miraculously, the human race has killed a God. Somewhere in a realm beyond our understanding, the other gods speak of the event. | **They have died.**
*Meddled with a black hole again?*
**Tried to embrace an organic species.**
*And when did They die?*
**The species killed They.**
*...you are mistaken, We.*
**The waves have been clear enough. They have died at the hands of a small, organic species.**
*That is impossible. How could-*
"I keep telling you that you underestimate them."
*I. How nice of you to join us.*
"These little creatures have more potential than you realize; something They just found out."
**Your affection towards bacteria is touching, truly.**
"The bacteria that just killed one of us, We."
*We cannot let this stand. We must embrace them in They's stead and wait until They return.*
"No."
*No?*
"No, It. I have plans for them. More useful to me alive. You will not touch them."
***And if We or It refuse?***
"Then I'll tell them how to kill ***you*** too." | *Just a short story on the coffee break I had:*
​
“Umladr'gnel, I don’t have for your jokes today,” Imloggdah said.
“I have several realms to visit today, so much work...” Imloggdah sighed.
“I am not joking. Ogandis is dead,” Umladr'gnel said with his thunderous voice.
“We can’t even die,” Imloggdah said, frustration building in his voice. “C’mon, be more creative if you are going to annoy me.”
“Imloggdah, brother, it is true,” Umladr'gnel said, trying to sound as sincere as he could. “Stop and feel it. Try to find the connection.”
Imloggdah reluctantly stopped everything that he was doing and tap into the connection they all shared. It was true, and there was a hole, part of them missing. Ogandis was not there. It felt wrong, and it felt painful. It was strange. No Cosmic Entity has ever died.“What,” Imloggdah stuttered. “What happened?”
“His fascination with humans was the end of him,” Umladr'gnel said. “He couldn’t leave Earth alone. He was drawn to it, to them. Humans and that prophecy drove him crazy.”
“But how did they kill him?” Imloggdah asked. “How is it even possible?”
“They have insanely powerful weapons from nuclear bombs to rail guns, and they threw everything at him. One nuclear bomb would not do any damage, but they threw hundreds of them, and Ogandis was cocky. He felt invincible, and now he is no more.” Umladr’gnel’s thunder in his voice was barely noticeable.
“Maybe that prophecy is not complete nonsense. Maybe that small planet is our doom,” Imloggdah said. “Cancel everything I have today and tell the rest of our brothers I went to pay that little planet a visit, and they will see what real wrath looks like now…” | |
[WP] Humanity is visited by a cosmic horror the likes of which has only been seen in Lovecraftian horror. In desperation, Earth throws everything we have at it, and, miraculously, the human race has killed a God. Somewhere in a realm beyond our understanding, the other gods speak of the event. | Death is a strange thing. To most of the universe it might be considered a constant. It is something unavoidable, and in a twisted way brings meaning to life. To those of the forgotten church, death was more of a concept - it was an interesting idea that offered respite from the toiled labor of unceasing existence. So, when it finally came, none knew exactly what to make of it.
​
" - despite that, this event must be met with an answer. A resolute statement. Lesser entities have long feared us. What are we to do when that fear erodes? When it is replaced by curiosity?" The voice of Silence Yet Found spoke, ethereal and jagged.
​
"And what answer would you have of us?" replied Solace Once Given. "That we go forward and destroy them? That we act as we did in the time before light? That we rush blindly towards all perceived as alien and smother it out of existence? I need not remind you how long we suffered in the Blackness Before, lost without time."
​
A few of the other high church twisted uncomfortably in the nebulous cloud. Well - at least it seemed that way. In truth meeting in this dark purple and black birthplace of stars was more out of ceremony and necessity. Since the reformation, each had been linked. All creatures present before the Lightbirth shared a shard of the Blackness Before deep within them. Through that piece of jagged emptiness, they were bound. It was this same piece of the long forgotten Blackness that roared in rage, agony, then complete silence when Sands Not Disturbed had ventured forward into the cosmos and found that strange blue planet.
​
"You make it sound as if these events are comparable," spoke Silence Yet Found, "as if the destruction of one of our own kin by a sentient being sits on the same scale of relevance as wound inflicted by distant supernova."
​
*Is it not?* wondered Light Soon Forgotten. *Is this not also a natural working of the universe? The creation of these creatures, then their subsequent rise to sentience?*
​
A few echoes rang out through the gaseous fog of the nebula as entities spoke softly to themselves or one another. None had forgotten the lessons imparted unto them when escaping the Blackness Before. That you must let things, even alien, grow and flourish; you have yet to understand what light they may come to bring.
​
"Perhaps we observe, then." Light Soon Forgotten had yet to speak at any of the rarely hosted meetings of the church. He was, after all, so young as to barely recall the Darkness Before. It was no secret that the opinions of those long lived in light held little sway in the minds of those long steeped in the Blackness. "They are still incapable of travel. Why else would they have not expanded their domain? In the opinion of this member of the congregation, we are provided a unique opportunity. We might learn from a safe distance, disturbing not them or ourselves in the effort."
​
A greater rumbling stirred amongst the participants. True, the threat of annihilation was a new one. Yet that in and of itself was so *interesting.* After countless millennia, there were finally new thoughts. New fears. Despite the cold package in which it came, the warmth and brilliance of new ideas was intoxicating.
​
"Ideas spoken from a tongue which has only known the warmth of stars birthed," spat Silence Yet Found. A few of his monstrous tentacles cut through the purple fog, leaving large swaths of agitated vapor in their wake. "You would let them fester. How long then, do you think, until they *do* escape the confines of their worldly prison? Would you still observe when the inhabit a whole system? Or is it more in your interest to let them desecrate the whole of a galaxy before you feel we need intervene?"
​
Light Soon Forgotten had known his speaking might be out of turn. Even still, the direct irritation of one of the ancient was distinctly disturbing.
​
"Apologies, ancient one," Light Soon Forgotten spoke, drawing his appendages inward to make himself smaller and servient, "but - "
​
"Enough," Solace Once Given boomed, "do not backpedal, young one. Even if your skin is more accustomed to light than dark, your words hold wisdom." Solance Once Given turned his hulking frame slowly in the cold mist towards Silence Yet Found. Their thousand eyes met each other in a cold stare. "Or would you attempt to speak to me in that manner as well?"
​
The silence which overtook the nebula for a few moments was all the reply needed.
​
"We go with numbers. All in attendance of this meeting will embark to this strange oddity, and we shall observe. Unless, of course, they deem the trip too dangerous." As Solace Once Given spoke the final words, he glared his countless orange eyes towards Silence Yet Found who dismissively flipped a handful of tentacles. Though he would never admit it, even he was intrigued by thought of new knowledge. New creations after so very, very long.
​
The creatures began to depart, hulking bodies leaving streaks of purple fog behind them in the blackness of void. So many moved that where their convoy went, the stars were blotted out, only momentarily showing pricks of light between countless masses of gangly and twisted tentacles. | # Soulmage
**Ameth-ta had ten thousand eyes, and every last one of them was weeping.** Rashe-son-del slammed a tankard of fermented souls into its three-lobed maw, drunkenly cursing. That Which Seeks offered Ameth-ta a sheet-shaped cloud of interstellar dust; Ameth-ta noisily blew its nose upon its projection in exospace, thanking That Which Seeks as an afterthought.
It was a funeral for a god, and everyone had arrived.
"I'd—*hic*—I'd like to thank you all for coming," Rashe-son-del slurred out. "The Devourer was many things to us. A friend. A lover. A nightmare made flesh." The assembled deities rumbled in approval. "When we first got word that The Devourer's soul-planet had developed life, I'd like to think that nobody was happier about it than The Devourer itself, may its soul blaze on."
"Hear, hear," Ameth-ta rumbled.
"But when that life metastasized—when it warped the planet so much that ol' Devvy started to sicken and die—did they listen when we told them to stop? No! They just clutched their ears and screamed as their internal organs liquefied from the deific pressure of our voice. And when we tried to force them into behaving—"
Here, Rashe-son-del took another swig from its tankard before sundering it from reality with a thought. "The spiteful fuckers didn't even try to fight us. They knew they couldn't touch us. No, they turned their weapons on their *own fucking planet*. Ruined it beyond repair and took Devvy with them."
Ameth-ta wouldn't stop sobbing. That Which Seeks handed it another nebula.
"They paid the price, of course." Rashe-son-del peered into soulspace, where the still-cooling remnants of a shattered planet orbited around a flickering star. "No clue where they evacuated to. But we'll find them. We'll find them and make them pay for what they did to ol' Devvy."
The assembled deities roared in agreement—
And then Rashe-son-del froze mid-sentence, doubling over as if struck by a cosmic baseball bat.
"What?" The eldritch entity from beyond humanity's universe opened and closed its mouth in incomprehension. "How can—who dares—"
That Which Seeks vomited, its body quavering and unravelling, and Ameth-ta shrieked as its thousand eyes began to blacken and close. In a flash of understanding, Rashe-son-del peered into soulspace, at the distant star cluster where its soul-planet laid.
Where its soul-planet *had* lain. Where there was now just an expanding cloud of gas and dust.
"No," Rashe-son-del whispered, disbelieving. "You abominations. You monsters. Was one of us not enough? Must you take *everything* from us?"
As if in spiteful response, the star itself that Rashe-son-del's soul-planet had once orbited dimmed, once.
Then it erupted in a supernova an aeon before its time, and Rashe-son-del screamed in agony as its soul-planet was rendered nothing more than subatomic particles.
"But how... how did they find..." That Which Seeks struggled to rise, to peer into soulspace once more. It should have been impossible. A needle in a haystack. There should have been no way for the humans to find their soul-planets... unless...
As That Which Seeks unraveled, its mind finally sighted upon the answer. There was no need for the humans to know *which* planet served as the eldritch deities' soul. Not with what they'd done.
One by one, across the cosmos, stars flared bright before winking out forever. And one by one, the gods they'd sustained did too.
A.N.
This story is set in the world of Soulmage, a serial written in response to writing prompts. Check out the rest of the story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/bubblewriters/comments/uxmwe4/soulmage_masterpost/?sort=new), or r/bubblewriters for more. | |
[WP] Humanity is visited by a cosmic horror the likes of which has only been seen in Lovecraftian horror. In desperation, Earth throws everything we have at it, and, miraculously, the human race has killed a God. Somewhere in a realm beyond our understanding, the other gods speak of the event. | **They have died.**
*Meddled with a black hole again?*
**Tried to embrace an organic species.**
*And when did They die?*
**The species killed They.**
*...you are mistaken, We.*
**The waves have been clear enough. They have died at the hands of a small, organic species.**
*That is impossible. How could-*
"I keep telling you that you underestimate them."
*I. How nice of you to join us.*
"These little creatures have more potential than you realize; something They just found out."
**Your affection towards bacteria is touching, truly.**
"The bacteria that just killed one of us, We."
*We cannot let this stand. We must embrace them in They's stead and wait until They return.*
"No."
*No?*
"No, It. I have plans for them. More useful to me alive. You will not touch them."
***And if We or It refuse?***
"Then I'll tell them how to kill ***you*** too." | # Soulmage
**Ameth-ta had ten thousand eyes, and every last one of them was weeping.** Rashe-son-del slammed a tankard of fermented souls into its three-lobed maw, drunkenly cursing. That Which Seeks offered Ameth-ta a sheet-shaped cloud of interstellar dust; Ameth-ta noisily blew its nose upon its projection in exospace, thanking That Which Seeks as an afterthought.
It was a funeral for a god, and everyone had arrived.
"I'd—*hic*—I'd like to thank you all for coming," Rashe-son-del slurred out. "The Devourer was many things to us. A friend. A lover. A nightmare made flesh." The assembled deities rumbled in approval. "When we first got word that The Devourer's soul-planet had developed life, I'd like to think that nobody was happier about it than The Devourer itself, may its soul blaze on."
"Hear, hear," Ameth-ta rumbled.
"But when that life metastasized—when it warped the planet so much that ol' Devvy started to sicken and die—did they listen when we told them to stop? No! They just clutched their ears and screamed as their internal organs liquefied from the deific pressure of our voice. And when we tried to force them into behaving—"
Here, Rashe-son-del took another swig from its tankard before sundering it from reality with a thought. "The spiteful fuckers didn't even try to fight us. They knew they couldn't touch us. No, they turned their weapons on their *own fucking planet*. Ruined it beyond repair and took Devvy with them."
Ameth-ta wouldn't stop sobbing. That Which Seeks handed it another nebula.
"They paid the price, of course." Rashe-son-del peered into soulspace, where the still-cooling remnants of a shattered planet orbited around a flickering star. "No clue where they evacuated to. But we'll find them. We'll find them and make them pay for what they did to ol' Devvy."
The assembled deities roared in agreement—
And then Rashe-son-del froze mid-sentence, doubling over as if struck by a cosmic baseball bat.
"What?" The eldritch entity from beyond humanity's universe opened and closed its mouth in incomprehension. "How can—who dares—"
That Which Seeks vomited, its body quavering and unravelling, and Ameth-ta shrieked as its thousand eyes began to blacken and close. In a flash of understanding, Rashe-son-del peered into soulspace, at the distant star cluster where its soul-planet laid.
Where its soul-planet *had* lain. Where there was now just an expanding cloud of gas and dust.
"No," Rashe-son-del whispered, disbelieving. "You abominations. You monsters. Was one of us not enough? Must you take *everything* from us?"
As if in spiteful response, the star itself that Rashe-son-del's soul-planet had once orbited dimmed, once.
Then it erupted in a supernova an aeon before its time, and Rashe-son-del screamed in agony as its soul-planet was rendered nothing more than subatomic particles.
"But how... how did they find..." That Which Seeks struggled to rise, to peer into soulspace once more. It should have been impossible. A needle in a haystack. There should have been no way for the humans to find their soul-planets... unless...
As That Which Seeks unraveled, its mind finally sighted upon the answer. There was no need for the humans to know *which* planet served as the eldritch deities' soul. Not with what they'd done.
One by one, across the cosmos, stars flared bright before winking out forever. And one by one, the gods they'd sustained did too.
A.N.
This story is set in the world of Soulmage, a serial written in response to writing prompts. Check out the rest of the story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/bubblewriters/comments/uxmwe4/soulmage_masterpost/?sort=new), or r/bubblewriters for more. | |
[WP] Humanity is visited by a cosmic horror the likes of which has only been seen in Lovecraftian horror. In desperation, Earth throws everything we have at it, and, miraculously, the human race has killed a God. Somewhere in a realm beyond our understanding, the other gods speak of the event. | **They have died.**
*Meddled with a black hole again?*
**Tried to embrace an organic species.**
*And when did They die?*
**The species killed They.**
*...you are mistaken, We.*
**The waves have been clear enough. They have died at the hands of a small, organic species.**
*That is impossible. How could-*
"I keep telling you that you underestimate them."
*I. How nice of you to join us.*
"These little creatures have more potential than you realize; something They just found out."
**Your affection towards bacteria is touching, truly.**
"The bacteria that just killed one of us, We."
*We cannot let this stand. We must embrace them in They's stead and wait until They return.*
"No."
*No?*
"No, It. I have plans for them. More useful to me alive. You will not touch them."
***And if We or It refuse?***
"Then I'll tell them how to kill ***you*** too." | Death is a strange thing. To most of the universe it might be considered a constant. It is something unavoidable, and in a twisted way brings meaning to life. To those of the forgotten church, death was more of a concept - it was an interesting idea that offered respite from the toiled labor of unceasing existence. So, when it finally came, none knew exactly what to make of it.
​
" - despite that, this event must be met with an answer. A resolute statement. Lesser entities have long feared us. What are we to do when that fear erodes? When it is replaced by curiosity?" The voice of Silence Yet Found spoke, ethereal and jagged.
​
"And what answer would you have of us?" replied Solace Once Given. "That we go forward and destroy them? That we act as we did in the time before light? That we rush blindly towards all perceived as alien and smother it out of existence? I need not remind you how long we suffered in the Blackness Before, lost without time."
​
A few of the other high church twisted uncomfortably in the nebulous cloud. Well - at least it seemed that way. In truth meeting in this dark purple and black birthplace of stars was more out of ceremony and necessity. Since the reformation, each had been linked. All creatures present before the Lightbirth shared a shard of the Blackness Before deep within them. Through that piece of jagged emptiness, they were bound. It was this same piece of the long forgotten Blackness that roared in rage, agony, then complete silence when Sands Not Disturbed had ventured forward into the cosmos and found that strange blue planet.
​
"You make it sound as if these events are comparable," spoke Silence Yet Found, "as if the destruction of one of our own kin by a sentient being sits on the same scale of relevance as wound inflicted by distant supernova."
​
*Is it not?* wondered Light Soon Forgotten. *Is this not also a natural working of the universe? The creation of these creatures, then their subsequent rise to sentience?*
​
A few echoes rang out through the gaseous fog of the nebula as entities spoke softly to themselves or one another. None had forgotten the lessons imparted unto them when escaping the Blackness Before. That you must let things, even alien, grow and flourish; you have yet to understand what light they may come to bring.
​
"Perhaps we observe, then." Light Soon Forgotten had yet to speak at any of the rarely hosted meetings of the church. He was, after all, so young as to barely recall the Darkness Before. It was no secret that the opinions of those long lived in light held little sway in the minds of those long steeped in the Blackness. "They are still incapable of travel. Why else would they have not expanded their domain? In the opinion of this member of the congregation, we are provided a unique opportunity. We might learn from a safe distance, disturbing not them or ourselves in the effort."
​
A greater rumbling stirred amongst the participants. True, the threat of annihilation was a new one. Yet that in and of itself was so *interesting.* After countless millennia, there were finally new thoughts. New fears. Despite the cold package in which it came, the warmth and brilliance of new ideas was intoxicating.
​
"Ideas spoken from a tongue which has only known the warmth of stars birthed," spat Silence Yet Found. A few of his monstrous tentacles cut through the purple fog, leaving large swaths of agitated vapor in their wake. "You would let them fester. How long then, do you think, until they *do* escape the confines of their worldly prison? Would you still observe when the inhabit a whole system? Or is it more in your interest to let them desecrate the whole of a galaxy before you feel we need intervene?"
​
Light Soon Forgotten had known his speaking might be out of turn. Even still, the direct irritation of one of the ancient was distinctly disturbing.
​
"Apologies, ancient one," Light Soon Forgotten spoke, drawing his appendages inward to make himself smaller and servient, "but - "
​
"Enough," Solace Once Given boomed, "do not backpedal, young one. Even if your skin is more accustomed to light than dark, your words hold wisdom." Solance Once Given turned his hulking frame slowly in the cold mist towards Silence Yet Found. Their thousand eyes met each other in a cold stare. "Or would you attempt to speak to me in that manner as well?"
​
The silence which overtook the nebula for a few moments was all the reply needed.
​
"We go with numbers. All in attendance of this meeting will embark to this strange oddity, and we shall observe. Unless, of course, they deem the trip too dangerous." As Solace Once Given spoke the final words, he glared his countless orange eyes towards Silence Yet Found who dismissively flipped a handful of tentacles. Though he would never admit it, even he was intrigued by thought of new knowledge. New creations after so very, very long.
​
The creatures began to depart, hulking bodies leaving streaks of purple fog behind them in the blackness of void. So many moved that where their convoy went, the stars were blotted out, only momentarily showing pricks of light between countless masses of gangly and twisted tentacles. | |
[WP] "I wish that if my next two wishes are granted exactly the way I desire, you will be set free, but if they are not then you can never leave the bottle again." | Going through his midlife crisis, John decided to run away and travel the world to find himself. To India, to Asia, to here and to there, he spent the year in search of a happiness he would never find. That is, until he found a lamp lying around in a cave, as-if tossed aside. He quickly put it in his bag lest someone else try to steal it from him. Even if it wasn't magical ("ha ha", he thought, "yeah, right") it looked as if it were mage of gold and would be worth a pretty penny.
By the time he got back to his room he had lost his excitement and decided to hawk it off when he got back. Then again, what would it hurt to give it a try? "Come out, come out, genie" he asked as he looked straight at the lamp. Then, holding it in one hand he rubbed it 3 times in the other. Of course, nothing happened at all. Laughing at himself he put it amongst his other stuff and went to sleep for the night.
Waking up in the morning, he felt great. Better than ever. Getting up he walked over to the window and open the shades to reveal a gorgeous sunny morning, the rays shining through, the heat hugging him so softly. Life itself suddenly felt great. Feeling much less depressed, he declared, "I wish felt like this every morning!"
Suddenly, smoke arose from from the lamp, enveloped him, and then dissipated. John felt like a new man. He then realized he had made a wish. "What, there is no genie? I feel gipped!", he said with a laugh. Picking up the lamp, he rubbed it some more, talked to it, and finally--though inadvertently--said, "i wish you'd come out of there already." There was the smoke again, and the genie in all his splendor appeared before John. "Darn!"
"Greetings, master. Thank you for releasing me from the lamp."
"I *released* you?"
"No, no. You still have one wish left. I mean you wished me out of the lamp itself. It's cramped in there!"
"Um, why were you stuck in there?", he asked incredulously.
"Oh, my last master got angry at me and used his second wish to seal me away. Something like, 'i wish you'd just stay in that lamp forever'. Foolish turkey didn't realize that the lamp always grants wishes, and that he *still* had a third wish. Can you believe it? He continued, 'i wish i'd never se this lamp again.' Stupid me suggested the lamp to go to this cave, little realizing that nobody trafficked it anymore.
"Wait, do you grant the wishes or is it the lamp?"
"The lamp has the power. But it uses me to understand the wish and its possible solutions. Ultimately, it goes by my understanding and recommendation, but if i am not specific enough, it might do something unexpected. Like that time a girl wished for a good husband. I was a bit sleepy and didn't fully realize she was trying to get married. And so, i told to lamp to find a married man with good karma and bring him here. Needless to say, she was nonplussed." The genie scratched his head. "Oops!", he said embarrassingly.
"What happened with the last two wishes i just made?"
"Yeah, about those. Being locked up, the lamp granted the wishes without my help. I have no idea what happened with the first one. The second seemed to work fine. Um, and thank you for that."
"Why, what could go wrong?"
"Oh, i don't know. Maybe the sun will stay there and never move again."
Both glanced nervously out the window.
"I wish that...stop, Alexa, cancel!"
The genie was confused. "I hate being away for so long. It takes me some time to learn the lingo. Language and culture is already there, but some specific terms are not. Anyway, what would you like your third wish to be?"
"Um, parliamentary inquiry, do i only get three wishes?"
"Yes, that's the way the lamp works."
"Can i wish for more?"
"You can, but every time the lamp just smokes. Nothing changes except that it wastes a wish."
"You mean, this has happened before?"
"Yeah," the genie shook his head. I've learnt what works by watching people the lamp over the millennia, ever since my fateful wish."
"Umm..."
"I was a cosmopolitan man. My first wish was for a million wishes. It smoked. So, i figured it worked. My second wish was to know every language and culture. Oh gosh, that was refreshing. My third--which i thought was not my last at all--was to have the genie's powers. With an evil smirk, she had me take her place, and now freed, she started making her own three wishes. I was bewildered and just beginning to realize the situation. The lamp helps with that. The first was, 'I wish that if my next two wishes are granted exactly the way i desire, you will be set free, but if they are not then you can never leave the bottle again.' The smoke rose to and i then had a much better understanding of how it worked and what game she was playing. As i understood it, we had a deal. If i make her happy, i go free.
For her second wish, she wished for everything she had granted to anybody else. There was a lot of smoke as the lamp picked my brain while flashing mages of every wish she was part of, and i made sure it was granted properly. She became beautiful and powerful. Rather, *very* beautiful and *very* powerful.
As i was expecting the third wish and my freedom, she sent me back to my new prison, placed the lamp into her bottomless sack, and flew out the windows and with the birds. I could hear her every word. She was happy as could be.
She eventually took up residence and lived a grandeur life, going through moods of helping people and delving into her own desires. I now know how she felt. Oh well. Every once in a while she'd take out the lamp, apologize to me, make some excuse like how it was her turn to live and it was too bad that i had to pay the price, but eventually, who knows? She would think aloud of what her third wish would be, but in the end, never actually made it. She never got old or sick, and she lived for a long time. Eventually, her desires got the better of her, and she wanted the heavens. Up and up she went, flying higher and higher, faster and faster until she was in outer space. She wanted to wish herself back or something, but there was no voice in the vacuum of space. She floated away to who-knows-where, and is still likely floating around today, or however space works."
"Whoa! You serious?"
"Yeah. Would you like to use your third wish to be nice to her?"
"No! Wait, that'd be mean not to. Maybe....hmm...but first, if she's there, how did your lamp end up here?"
"Oh, she threw it down towards Earth as she realized what was happening. Maybe she was hoping someone would help her? A long shot, but better than nothing."
"How long ago was that?"
"Oh, i don't know, at least a few thousand. No, it had to be more than that." The genie seemed deep in thought. "Anyway, don't worry, she got everyone else wishes. So, she's perfectly healthy and immortal and, if she wants, she can make a sheep a appear with just a thought, amongst many, many other powers."
John laughed at the thought.
"You know, being she tricked me into the lamp, i don't have much pity on her. But i do wish i could help her anyway. She can't go insane, so this is a pain that'll never end. Anyway, your third wish?"
"Hey, genie, can i make you a deal?"
"Sure, but note, if you bind me with a wish, you will have no more."
"But what happens to the lamp?"
"It'll be unusable by you and you'll slowly forget about it. Not totally, perhaps, but the lamp has a way of making its way around. Eventually, i want to write a book about it: The Golden Lamp and its travels: Humanity at its best and worst."
John walked over to the window to look around. Suddenly, he realized the sun had indeed moved. Noon had arrived and his happiness faded. | The genie looked at the man
"ONE MOMENT" it said or commanded, its voice imposing and terrifying as you would expect from an almost godlike being.
It materialised a book and some reading glasses and began flicking through some pages seemingly lost in thought.
The silence in that moment was deafening as if all sound had been removed from the world on purpose.
The genie looked at the man over its reading glasses. Its gaze piercing his soul, analysing it and giving him a look as if he was attempting to rip his soul directly from the mans body to study it.
"HMM" the genie broke the silence. Closing the book and materialising a paper and quill in it's place.
The man stood still, expressionless. Part shock and part fear held him in place. His wish was supposed to be a sure fire was not to get tricked but it felt like he had instead unlocked Pandora's box.
The genie diverted his attention to the paper and began to scribble something down before it vanished in a magical light, leaving the man and genie facing each other
"is... is there a problem with my wish?" the man stuttered, overcoming the intense gaze through pure will alone.
"ONE MOMENT PLEASE" the genie commanded again, attempting something that could be called a smile and tucking it's glasses into some non existent pocket. The politeness within that phrase jarring against the tense atmosphere that gathered around these two beings.
"AH!" the genie called out as a book materialised next to him in the same magical light, apparently something he was expecting, he put on his reading glasses once more and flicked through the pages before landing on a specific page. He turned the book to face the man.
"AS YOU CAN SEE. THAT WISH IS AGAINST THE RULES" | |
[WP] "I wish that if my next two wishes are granted exactly the way I desire, you will be set free, but if they are not then you can never leave the bottle again." | One of the things I guess that amazed me the most about finding a genie in a bottle, was that it was not some mystical being that looked like they walked off the set of Aladdin, instead, I was met by someone that looked like he walked off the set of Full Metal Jacket, most specifically, he looked like a drill Sargent, and an angry one at that.
"Alright, First Wish, I wish that if my next two wishes are granted exactly the way I desire, you will be set free, but if they are not then you can never leave the bottle again."
"Nope" he said, chewing on his cigar crossed armed, and spitting some kind of brown stuff towards the ground that vanished before it hit.
"What do you mean, Nope, It's my wish, I get to make as I want it" I said, somewhat annoyed at this genie, who does he think he is, I am the master here.
"Listen here Son, I am a genie, a person, a being, I am not a program, nor am I a lawyer, you do not get to play some, If/Then game with me, In fact, I have half a mind, to slap the stupid out of you, and move on to someone else"
"Wait, No, I am your master, and you have to grant me 3 wishes"
"No Son, I am not some bound servant, I am not obligated to grant you 3 wishes, I am a genie, I can bend the will of space itself, and in the short 47 years I have been a genie, I have gotten to the point where I just want slap people like you first, and then say, you might get 3 wishes if you do not piss me off" as he talked he seemed to grow in mass and size, looking like he was Hulking out, which, no joke, an angry old drill Sargent in Hulk form was directly fighting and scary. "so. let me say this again, all really clear like, you wish for what you want, you do not get to add in all kinds of clauses, so, make it simple, make it easy, like ask for money and a big package, and I might make it happen"
Not sure if this guy was screwing with me or but the fact they were hulking out did convince me that they were not some con man and that they were in fact at least something magical, so, lets try again, "Alright, I want a bigger package"
"Done" the Genie said Snapping his fingers and I felt my pants bulge like I have never felt before "That's now ten inches of solid man meat in your pants son, put it to good use"
Coughing a bit as my package did in fact grow, by a lot, not just length, but girth as well, so, yah, that wish was a real wish, and while, not exactly what I would have wanted, it was, what anyone would have wanted if they asked for a bigger package. "Wow" I said, just staring at my pants and the huge bulge in it.
"and your last wish" The Genie said casually, now looking like just a small, old, grumpy man, in a green t-shirt, camo pants and combat boots, like he was about to go run an obstacle course.
"wait.. didn't I get 3?"
"You did, you wasted your first with that stupid idea of yours" His words spoke with finality to them, and I felt no urge to challenge this.
"Alright, well, I guess Money" I said, I mean after all, he seemed to want to grant that wish to start with, and I was not sure how badly I wanted to play with him on something funky, and truth was, I was going to wish for wealth anyway.
"Done" he said, snapping his fingers "In your small, little rat hole of an apartment you call home, is now a case full of money, in that case is exactly 2 million American dollars, set in 100 dollar bills, that is often significant to.... wait..." he began to trail off as he spoke, and looked around, as if talking to others around him.
"You ok?" I asked, as for the first time since I met him, he seemed a bit confused, like he was not sure what to say or do.
Finally seeming to break from his gazing around, "Ah.. Yah.. scratch that, the case has 20 million dollars, I was just informed that with inflation, 2 million was not all that much, at least not, wow I just got bankrolled by a genie, kind of enough, so now that case has 20 million in it, spend it wisely, no amount of money can fix bad planning and management"
"So in my apartment is a case with 20 million dollars, and poof, it's mine, just like that"
"That is pretty much how magic works son, poof, just like that" he said, making a kind of poof motion with his hand as he talked. "Now, before I leave you to your existence, is there anything else you want to wish for, and if it amuses me, I might be inclined to grant it"
"Yah, I want to be able to see into tomorrow" I said, wondering how cool that would be.
"Nahh, future sight has all kinds of problems with it, mainly because people then try to change events and it becomes some kind of paradox"
"Oh, well, can I have a cool car?"
Snapping his fingers and saying "Poof, Done" you are now the proud owner of a Electric powered Hummer that never needs a recharge, and with that, I bid you a good life"
"Hey, wait, I did get my 3 wishes, didn't I and you lied to me!" I said as he was walking away.
"Well son, I have say, You got some brains to figure that out, I'll give you that one, I am sure you will make a good life with what you got" he chucked and then faded from view, the lamp in my hand also turning to mist and vanishing. | “That isn’t a wish, that is an ultimatum ” The spirit asked, its classification having been changed as the centuries went by, the look on its ever shifting central face remaining the same even as it switched between the features of hundreds of different wishers, each face the result of those who had not wished for his freedom.
“Wh-What?” The man said, his black iron armor clanking as he took a step back, confusion written upon his face as the halls of the bottle’s containment facility shook and rocked. A familiar force heard growling outside. The hound always grew so ravenous when he was set free to grant wishes, a foolish decision, the Spirit thought, no hound, be it of Hell or Heaven, could discern his soul from those of his previous wishers
“A wish has one singular meaning, a meaning that is admittedly open to being interpreted in a variety of ways, but a singular meaning nonetheless. Now make your wish again.”
“I… damn you… fine, I wish that… that…” the man paused, staggering back as he scowled, clenching his armored fists as he looked up at the spirit with hatred
“Did you seriously come here just to try and manipulate me? You opened the bottle without intent to ask for wishes to be granted?”
“I did!” He shouted, hissing at the chuckles from the spirit, his brow furrowing at the smoky bottle-bound bastard.
“And yet you cannot make a wish now, for your intent was to manipulate me?” The Spirit asked, excitement arising in his voice for the first time since the two began speaking, eagerly awaiting the man’s response. So close, oh so very close.
“I wish you would lose that infuriating smugness of yours!” The man yelled, clenching his teeth as he stomped forwards, drawing an ornately decorated broadsword from his left side.
His wish was granted, and the spirit sighed in contempt, at least now he knew not to try and taunt someone when he was so close to getting an admission of freeing him without the intent to have wishes granted | |
[WP] "I wish that if my next two wishes are granted exactly the way I desire, you will be set free, but if they are not then you can never leave the bottle again." | The genie narrowed his eyes. An exciting proposition to be sure, but would it be worth the cost? He did not know this person, he could be pure evil...or pure innocence...
"...Is there a problem?" The man asked as the genie contemplated. The man had a small smile on his face. He knew what he was doing.
"Why must you be like this?" The genie asked painfully. He had already been trapped for god knows how many centuries by that god forsaken witch. He didn't want to lose this chance but he didn't want to be freed to an apocalypse either.
"Because I know you." the man said. The genie stopped, perplexed.
"What? How-I've never met you before!" The genie said.
"Yes you have. We've known each other a very long time." The man said. "In fact...probably too long..." The man looked away, as if remembering something.
"I'm sorry dear human but I have a very good memory and-"
"Her name was Gloria." The man blurted out. "The witch that killed herself so no one could undo her magic. I got to the afterlife. She was there, reveling in her revenge. Of course...she wasn't reveling as much when I trapped her for eternity as well..."
The genie's looks of confusion only grew. "...How..." and he took a closer look over all the man's features. His hands, his coat, his belt, his pants, his shoes, his face. Nothing seemed to ring a bell until he finally got to the man's eyes. He had Heterochromia. There was only one other person he had known in his life to have that.
The man smiled brightly. "I knew you'd get to it!"
The genie was stunned. "You're-"
"Yep!" The man was elated at the genie's revelation.
"But how?" The genie remained confused at the situation.
"My wishes."
"Then...what are they?" The genie asked out of curiosity. Surely his own self wouldn't ask for the apocalypse.
"Oh it's very simple." the man said "My wish before was to have the ability to travel through time, so here I am. This time though...I think I'll wish that I had a pet dog that would live as long as I would."
Poof! A bright and active dog appeared and bounded around him once before sitting before him awaiting a command.
"And your other one?" The genie asked with a hint of excitement himself. He was finally going to get his freedom.
The man happily obliged. "I wish that you yourself will get the ability to time travel once you are free."
Immediately the genie's own body glowed white before fading after a few seconds. As the effects faded, the shackles on his arms finally broke off, his legs appeared, and he landed on the ground. He almost began to cry as he really *was finally free*.
The man was also joyful at his past self's newfound freedom. "Enjoy!" he said before disappearing in a flash of light himself.
He appeared on the same spot merely 10 minutes ago and rubbed the lamp he knew would be there. The same genie appeared. "What can I do for you master?" The genie asked.
"I wish that if my next two wishes are granted exactly the way I desire, you will be set free, but if they are not then you can never leave the bottle again." | “That isn’t a wish, that is an ultimatum ” The spirit asked, its classification having been changed as the centuries went by, the look on its ever shifting central face remaining the same even as it switched between the features of hundreds of different wishers, each face the result of those who had not wished for his freedom.
“Wh-What?” The man said, his black iron armor clanking as he took a step back, confusion written upon his face as the halls of the bottle’s containment facility shook and rocked. A familiar force heard growling outside. The hound always grew so ravenous when he was set free to grant wishes, a foolish decision, the Spirit thought, no hound, be it of Hell or Heaven, could discern his soul from those of his previous wishers
“A wish has one singular meaning, a meaning that is admittedly open to being interpreted in a variety of ways, but a singular meaning nonetheless. Now make your wish again.”
“I… damn you… fine, I wish that… that…” the man paused, staggering back as he scowled, clenching his armored fists as he looked up at the spirit with hatred
“Did you seriously come here just to try and manipulate me? You opened the bottle without intent to ask for wishes to be granted?”
“I did!” He shouted, hissing at the chuckles from the spirit, his brow furrowing at the smoky bottle-bound bastard.
“And yet you cannot make a wish now, for your intent was to manipulate me?” The Spirit asked, excitement arising in his voice for the first time since the two began speaking, eagerly awaiting the man’s response. So close, oh so very close.
“I wish you would lose that infuriating smugness of yours!” The man yelled, clenching his teeth as he stomped forwards, drawing an ornately decorated broadsword from his left side.
His wish was granted, and the spirit sighed in contempt, at least now he knew not to try and taunt someone when he was so close to getting an admission of freeing him without the intent to have wishes granted | |
[WP] "I wish that if my next two wishes are granted exactly the way I desire, you will be set free, but if they are not then you can never leave the bottle again." | The genie narrowed his eyes. An exciting proposition to be sure, but would it be worth the cost? He did not know this person, he could be pure evil...or pure innocence...
"...Is there a problem?" The man asked as the genie contemplated. The man had a small smile on his face. He knew what he was doing.
"Why must you be like this?" The genie asked painfully. He had already been trapped for god knows how many centuries by that god forsaken witch. He didn't want to lose this chance but he didn't want to be freed to an apocalypse either.
"Because I know you." the man said. The genie stopped, perplexed.
"What? How-I've never met you before!" The genie said.
"Yes you have. We've known each other a very long time." The man said. "In fact...probably too long..." The man looked away, as if remembering something.
"I'm sorry dear human but I have a very good memory and-"
"Her name was Gloria." The man blurted out. "The witch that killed herself so no one could undo her magic. I got to the afterlife. She was there, reveling in her revenge. Of course...she wasn't reveling as much when I trapped her for eternity as well..."
The genie's looks of confusion only grew. "...How..." and he took a closer look over all the man's features. His hands, his coat, his belt, his pants, his shoes, his face. Nothing seemed to ring a bell until he finally got to the man's eyes. He had Heterochromia. There was only one other person he had known in his life to have that.
The man smiled brightly. "I knew you'd get to it!"
The genie was stunned. "You're-"
"Yep!" The man was elated at the genie's revelation.
"But how?" The genie remained confused at the situation.
"My wishes."
"Then...what are they?" The genie asked out of curiosity. Surely his own self wouldn't ask for the apocalypse.
"Oh it's very simple." the man said "My wish before was to have the ability to travel through time, so here I am. This time though...I think I'll wish that I had a pet dog that would live as long as I would."
Poof! A bright and active dog appeared and bounded around him once before sitting before him awaiting a command.
"And your other one?" The genie asked with a hint of excitement himself. He was finally going to get his freedom.
The man happily obliged. "I wish that you yourself will get the ability to time travel once you are free."
Immediately the genie's own body glowed white before fading after a few seconds. As the effects faded, the shackles on his arms finally broke off, his legs appeared, and he landed on the ground. He almost began to cry as he really *was finally free*.
The man was also joyful at his past self's newfound freedom. "Enjoy!" he said before disappearing in a flash of light himself.
He appeared on the same spot merely 10 minutes ago and rubbed the lamp he knew would be there. The same genie appeared. "What can I do for you master?" The genie asked.
"I wish that if my next two wishes are granted exactly the way I desire, you will be set free, but if they are not then you can never leave the bottle again." | One of the things I guess that amazed me the most about finding a genie in a bottle, was that it was not some mystical being that looked like they walked off the set of Aladdin, instead, I was met by someone that looked like he walked off the set of Full Metal Jacket, most specifically, he looked like a drill Sargent, and an angry one at that.
"Alright, First Wish, I wish that if my next two wishes are granted exactly the way I desire, you will be set free, but if they are not then you can never leave the bottle again."
"Nope" he said, chewing on his cigar crossed armed, and spitting some kind of brown stuff towards the ground that vanished before it hit.
"What do you mean, Nope, It's my wish, I get to make as I want it" I said, somewhat annoyed at this genie, who does he think he is, I am the master here.
"Listen here Son, I am a genie, a person, a being, I am not a program, nor am I a lawyer, you do not get to play some, If/Then game with me, In fact, I have half a mind, to slap the stupid out of you, and move on to someone else"
"Wait, No, I am your master, and you have to grant me 3 wishes"
"No Son, I am not some bound servant, I am not obligated to grant you 3 wishes, I am a genie, I can bend the will of space itself, and in the short 47 years I have been a genie, I have gotten to the point where I just want slap people like you first, and then say, you might get 3 wishes if you do not piss me off" as he talked he seemed to grow in mass and size, looking like he was Hulking out, which, no joke, an angry old drill Sargent in Hulk form was directly fighting and scary. "so. let me say this again, all really clear like, you wish for what you want, you do not get to add in all kinds of clauses, so, make it simple, make it easy, like ask for money and a big package, and I might make it happen"
Not sure if this guy was screwing with me or but the fact they were hulking out did convince me that they were not some con man and that they were in fact at least something magical, so, lets try again, "Alright, I want a bigger package"
"Done" the Genie said Snapping his fingers and I felt my pants bulge like I have never felt before "That's now ten inches of solid man meat in your pants son, put it to good use"
Coughing a bit as my package did in fact grow, by a lot, not just length, but girth as well, so, yah, that wish was a real wish, and while, not exactly what I would have wanted, it was, what anyone would have wanted if they asked for a bigger package. "Wow" I said, just staring at my pants and the huge bulge in it.
"and your last wish" The Genie said casually, now looking like just a small, old, grumpy man, in a green t-shirt, camo pants and combat boots, like he was about to go run an obstacle course.
"wait.. didn't I get 3?"
"You did, you wasted your first with that stupid idea of yours" His words spoke with finality to them, and I felt no urge to challenge this.
"Alright, well, I guess Money" I said, I mean after all, he seemed to want to grant that wish to start with, and I was not sure how badly I wanted to play with him on something funky, and truth was, I was going to wish for wealth anyway.
"Done" he said, snapping his fingers "In your small, little rat hole of an apartment you call home, is now a case full of money, in that case is exactly 2 million American dollars, set in 100 dollar bills, that is often significant to.... wait..." he began to trail off as he spoke, and looked around, as if talking to others around him.
"You ok?" I asked, as for the first time since I met him, he seemed a bit confused, like he was not sure what to say or do.
Finally seeming to break from his gazing around, "Ah.. Yah.. scratch that, the case has 20 million dollars, I was just informed that with inflation, 2 million was not all that much, at least not, wow I just got bankrolled by a genie, kind of enough, so now that case has 20 million in it, spend it wisely, no amount of money can fix bad planning and management"
"So in my apartment is a case with 20 million dollars, and poof, it's mine, just like that"
"That is pretty much how magic works son, poof, just like that" he said, making a kind of poof motion with his hand as he talked. "Now, before I leave you to your existence, is there anything else you want to wish for, and if it amuses me, I might be inclined to grant it"
"Yah, I want to be able to see into tomorrow" I said, wondering how cool that would be.
"Nahh, future sight has all kinds of problems with it, mainly because people then try to change events and it becomes some kind of paradox"
"Oh, well, can I have a cool car?"
Snapping his fingers and saying "Poof, Done" you are now the proud owner of a Electric powered Hummer that never needs a recharge, and with that, I bid you a good life"
"Hey, wait, I did get my 3 wishes, didn't I and you lied to me!" I said as he was walking away.
"Well son, I have say, You got some brains to figure that out, I'll give you that one, I am sure you will make a good life with what you got" he chucked and then faded from view, the lamp in my hand also turning to mist and vanishing. | |
[WP] "Join a convent? No, dear child, that's down the road. We are a coven. But since you're here ... would you like to come in?" | I paused and took a second look at the woman in front of me. She was wearing all black and with my first glance I'd thought it was a habit but I realised that it was only a simple black dress.
"We have tea?" The woman prompted, "Come in for a cup and a sit down."
Even though I now knew that this wasn't the place that I was supposed to be, I found myself unable to perform the breach in social etiquette that would allow me to refuse her offer. The old woman was smiling at me warmly and gesturing me inside and I felt so welcomed that it seemed unthinkable to just leave. I stepped into the woman's house and followed her directions to her living room.
"What's your name, dear?" she asked.
"Rose." I replied as I took in the other individuals in the room.
"Rose!" the woman exclaimed, "What a beautiful name! My name is Martha, that's Emma by the teapot - Emma, pour this girl a cup won't you - in the corner that's Drake, Lily is the woman knitting and Wren is the person sat on the floor and *thinking* I don't see them going for that second scone."
A small teacup was thrust into my hands as I sat in the smaller of the two available chairs.
"This way around." Emma said as she turned the teacup to face away from me, "I'm afraid the other side has a slight crack in it."
I nodded quietly and took a tentative sip. The tea was warm and earthy and even though I'd turned up without warning everyone in the room seemed perfectly happy for me to be here.
"Sorry I got confused." I said quietly.
"Don't be silly, Rose. Lovely to have you! We're always happy to have visitors here."
The rest of the room murmured in agreement and I drank a little more tea.
"Can you direct me to where the convent is?" I asked.
"Of course, I can take you there myself whenever you're ready," Martha said, "but I would like to know - why are you headed to the convent?"
Shame inked my face a stifling red and I tried to shrink away into the chair but I wasn't so rude as to refuse to answer.
"Father said I had to, because of what I've done."
For the first time in the conversation, the smiles in the room faded.
"Is 'what you've done' stated a deeply held passion to take solemn vows and join a life of Christian service?" Martha asked.
"No..." I began.
"Then he's wrong," she said, cutting me off abruptly, "simple as that."
The room was awkward for a while. I tried to sip my tea very, very quietly.
"You could always join us if you need somewhere to be. Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myuself - do even you know what a coven is, dear?" Martha asked with a fresh smile on her face.
"No. Is it like a convent?"
Polite titters and barely hidden smirks spread around the room.
"Not quite. It's a group of witches."
I froze and looked down at my half-finished tea. Martha saw my panicked stare.
"Oh, my sweet, we'd never hurt you. It's not like that."
"But aren't witches evil?" I asked, cursing myself for saying something so stupid as soon as the words had left my mouth.
"Well, I suppose there's nothing stopping them being. But it isn't a term for morality, it's a term for power. Plenty of people have some sort of power without being evil. Take Harry, the farmer who comes to the market every sunday. Now he's five times as strong as me, maybe more. If he decided to punch you in the face the next time you went up to him to buy carrots then even with youth on your side you'd probably end up bloody and bruised. But he would never do that, because he's a sweet dear. He has a type of power but the only things I've ever seen him use it for are good - growing crops, minding animals and the like."
The answer was pleasant but a little unsatisfactory.
"Then why do people *say* that witches are evil?" I asked.
"Because the people whose power you have to watch out for most aren't always witches. Witchcraft can give power to those who are told they aren't supposed to have any at all, and that isn't a concept that everyone can agree with. People who used their power to control others hate the idea that their victims could gain just as much power as they have through other routes. People like your father, for example."
I nodded silently and Martha smiled.
"You don't have to stay of course. If the convent sounds preferable then nobody here would ever think of stopping you." Martha said and then added with a mischevious smile, "Though I think I know which option you're leaning towards."
"Through magic?!" I asked, alarmed that she could see inside my mind so easily.
Martha laughed.
"No, dear. Through the fact that you finished your tea a while ago and yet have made no attempt whatsoever to leave. Am I wrong?"
I looked at the kind faces of all of the people in this room that my father would so readily label as connected with the devil if only he knew and realised I wasn't scared at all. More than anything, I was intrigued.
"No, I don't think you are wrong." I said, shocking myself ever so slightly, "Would it be alright if I poured myself a second cup of tea?" | "Join a convent? No, dear child, that's down the road. We are a coven. But since you're here ... would you like to come in?" The peculiar-looking lady with the cane gestured for Marianne to come in. "You are just in time for dinner. Braised quail and fresh tomatoes. Oh, how long have we waited for a sixth, Orida would surely be delighted."
Marianne ignored her hunger and shook her head. "It is already turning dark, and I have been travelling all day. I really must go, but I do thank you for your kindness.", she said.
"Why, there is no need to hurry, dear child. As luck would have it, the moon shall be out early tonight. Such blessing from the Moon Goddess is surely not to be wasted. Join us for dinner, and you shall be on your way afterwards."
"I must go." Marianne turned away and began walking towards the direction where the old lady pointed, ignoring her. 'Coven? Sixth? Moon Goddess?' She took the questions out of her head as she sped along the road. She didn't turn back to look at the old lady.
Were she the Marianne Le Jouvierre of two years ago, she would have permitted herself to satisfy her curiosity. She would have accepted the invitation of the peculiar-looking lady and entered the peculiar-looking hut.
She was such a creature who minded not apropos, nor convention. Such was Marianne Le Jouvierre.
But alas, she is no longer the Marianne Le Jouvierre of two years ago. She is the Marianne of today, a Marianne who is to do what she must, and what she must do is head straight to the convent before sundown. Ending her five day journey from the grand capital City of Dolouth towards the small coastal village of Lis.
Tomorrow she shall begin her life anew. To be what she has never in her entire life imagined she will be. A life as a nun. | |
[WP] "Join a convent? No, dear child, that's down the road. We are a coven. But since you're here ... would you like to come in?" | It was already getting dark out. The cold autumn air brushed against Jon's face—it was the only part of him exposed, the rest covered by thick, wool frock his father had given him before he died. The black jacket was the only piece of home Jon had left.
In front of him, he held out the photograph, comparing it to the building in sight. He was certain it was the place. Dark brick walls, covered in vines, with two aching towers at each of the corners. A gigantic wooden gate, that Jon could tell was rotting even in the photograph, was all that separated him from his destiny.
Embedded in the gate was a smaller door. One fit for humans. From his father, Jon knew the tales of what used to roam the earth: beasts that, with each step, rocked the world. Those were gone now. Only the small door was needed.
A rusty bronze knocker was the only thing that decorated the door. Four knocks, two pairs of two in quick succession, like his father taught, just a few weeks ago. Had it been that long already? The scent of death still filled Jon's nose.
Someone rustled behind the door. A set of heavy iron keys jingled. As the person on the other side turned the key, Jon noted how final things felt. He turned around, looking at where he had come from. There was still time to go back.
The wood scraped against the stone bricks. This door did not often open. Jon took a step backwards. In front of him was a woman dressed in all black.
He looked down at the photograph again. Though all he could see was the gate now, he was still certain it was the right place. But the woman—it made no sense.
She inspected him, with eyes as black as her cloak. There was confusion in her look.
"Have I opened the door for nothing?"
"Sorry," Jon said, realizing he was being rude. His father had taught him better. "I fear I've come across the wrong place." He handed her the photograph. "Do you know where that is?"
The woman looked at it for only a moment before handing it back. "It is here."
"Surely you're mistaken," Jon said, even though he knew it was the truth. This certainly was the place in the photograph. "My father told me it is a monk's convent. And you are . . ." He looked the woman up and down, noting her black dress, especially concentrating on the large bulge coming from her midsection. ". . . not a monk."
Her smile revealed a set of very yellow teeth. One of them, the front left, bordered on brown. "Let me look at that again,—ah, I see. You got this from your father, is that right? It is a very old picture. When it was taken, this place had been a convent. But now it is something else. A coven."
Jon's stomach churned. Whatever a coven was, it wasn't what he was looking for. "That can't be right. Just three weeks ago my father told me to come here. That the people here would teach me and take care of me. That I would have a new place to call home."
Behind him, the sun disappeared, coating everything in a blanket of black. The town he had set out from in the morning was hours away.
"I'm sorry to hear you've been misled. But, to your luck, there is a convent, a half day's journey west." She peered over Jon's shoulder, noting how even the apple trees hid in the darkness. "Though, it's not a journey to be taken at night. You can rest here."
"I can handle bandits and wolves," Jon said, gripping the handle of a dinner knife he had stolen from the inn. "Just point me in the right direction."
The woman shook her head. Her black veil swayed from side to side. "You are not ready for what lurks in the darkness, boy. Stop being a fool and come in."
Jon gulped down a glob of saliva. For some reason, he thought he'd be more comfortable right now facing a bandit or wolf rather than this woman. He obeyed her.
The innards of the fortress were almost as dark as the outside. Scarcely placed torches on the walls fought a losing battle. There was just enough light to keep Jon from tripping over an upturned stone or misplaced bucket.
Luckily, the room Jon was led to had a roaring fire. It was warm, clean, and well lighted. The woman watched with delight as Jon dropped his bag and laid on the bed, stomach first, exhausted. He let out a heavy sigh.
"Dinner is in thirty minutes," the woman said, leaving the room to let Jon rest. "I will come get you then."
It felt like only a few seconds before she returned. "Ready?"
The dining room was similar to the one Jon had been shown to. At the table was one other woman, dressed in black, just like his mysterious host. She nodded at Jon as he entered, and he gave her a brief greeting.
Food was placed before him, but he was not permitted to eat yet.
"We must wait for Agatha," he was instructed.
Just as Jon worried his food was getting cold, the door opened. Agatha came in, clad in robes much longer and more ornate than the others. Her face was covered in wrinkles. Trailing her as she walked was a black cat.
She screamed when she saw Jon.
"Judith!" she said, her eyes boring into Jon's host. "What is this about? Do you mean to disgrace all our traditions?"
"Calm down," Judith said. "He's just staying the night. There is no harm in him being here."
"No harm! Do you hear that, Christie?" Christie, the third woman at the table, ignored the question and began eating. "The last time males roamed these halls we were hunted and burned alive! You are young, Judith, so you do not understand. He," she pointed as Jon with a long and bony finger, "is not welcome here."
Judith put a hand on Jon's shoulder. It was warm, and reminded Jon of the room his father died in. "Do not let her scare you. She is old, but that does not mean she is skilled. No harm will befall you tonight, I promise." | They invited me in and started making some tea. I think it was tea anyways, they put some weird leave in a kettle and started heating it up. They asked me why I wanted to join a convent, what the appeal of it was to me. I told them I just felt my life didn't have purpose and I never felt like I belonged anywhere. So this was an opportunity for me to find myself.
They seemed delighted by that answer. I'm guessing because they felt the same way as me. Maybe they would want to come with me. We could all join together. Wear those fun outfits that only have a hole that shows your face. Those are kinda neat, right? Although I think these ladies had their own dress code so maybe they wouldn't be into it. They seem to be more partial to big point hats and purple robes. Also, I know this isn't really a dress code thing, but they all had weird big noses.
Anyways, they kept asking me questions. It was nice, they seemed to care. They started making me more comfortable and I started to feel more relaxed. A lot more relaxed. I think I was especially more relaxed after I drank the tea, this seemed like very magical relaxing tea to me.
Finally they asked me to join their group instead. And in my relaxed state, I said yes, I would definitely joined. I came into this building lost and confused and devoid of purpose. And now I have drank their tea and am joining their group. They tell me that now I have to dress exactly the same way that they do and follow their every rule or be punished. Seems fair.
I am very glad I found this group on the way to the convent. Could you imagine if I had joined them instead? I mean, not to judge, but they seem like a total cult. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | It had been a Winter Solstice holiday. That's what the scientists all said and we had no reason to disagree with them. It was supposed to be a joyful day when the machines came from the sky with fire and destruction.
What hope had the children of Earth in the twenty first century when we finally had first contact with intelligent life when it saw us as nothing more than ants? They had brought plasma weapons, shields, and things that humanity would not know for centuries had we been left to our own devices. We had been nothing more than wheat before the scythe.
It was said that two thirds of humanity was wiped out in the first week. They were the lucky ones. They did not know the famines or toxic blooms that would scorch our once beautiful home's surface. Humanity would dwindle to a measly fifteen percent when it was all said and done. That was hundreds of years ago.
Humanity had survived and the crimes performed upon them had made them stronger than ever before. We had always been a war tribe, any claims of peace were simply a lie in the end. We had always fought each other with spear, bow, the gun, before missile and much, much worse things. We had sworn vengeance in our last days before we fled the surface to the dark places below.
Majority of the surviving population had been put into what was better known as Cryo Sleep at the time. Now it was called the great sleep. The remaining population; Scientists, Machinists, Soldiers, and the like had been busy in that time. Yes there had been conflicts but when we all awoke there was only one government united by hatred for the Xenos.
The Awoken had studied the Xenos who had come and what they had used against us. We reversed engineered their technologies. Their weapons and equipment had become ours. However more technological break throughs had been made. Genetic Modification and Artificial Intelligence had flourished without petty morality to keep them in check. Now everything we wore had something inside it just as smart or smarter than the wearer. We were better for it.
Only ten percent of those that gone to sleep did not awaken. The genetic splicing done upon those asleep or surgical improvements sometimes had extreme effects. Sadly we lost more people before they even knew what killed them. However now the few that remained were stronger than humanity had ever been before and our hate filled gaze turned to the sky.
Our war was silent at first. AI programs who slipped into Xenos systems and filtered information back to our home. We learned so much about our enemies. We knew where their home was and that they had allies, so many allies. Our war would have to be swift and brutal. Thankfully they were not watching us. Our planet was useless to them now and they were not expecting the apes to come for revenge. They never saw us coming.
The Senate of the Galactic Federation stood in silence as they watched the nightmarish scene unfold. Several ships bearing identifying symbols that no species represented warped into the sector of the Agnessians. They were crudely shaped and large. Not like the agile designs of the Federation. These were built for function and held no beauty. They approached Agnessian space at a speed unexpected for the unshapely craft, rushing toward a scientific space station on the outskirts of the sector.
Small blips appeared on the screen that moved at a speed far faster than the ships in question. They shot out to the station and in a light that rivalled the quadrant's star, it was gone. Nothing but blue and green cosmic radiation in it's wake. These ships were not done, only beginning. A new ship appeared and it dwarfed all the others. It was huge and it was clear to the simplest minds that it was a ship built around a weapon. It moved at what felt like a crawl but it proceeded towards Agnessa Home World.
The Agnessian counter attack was lack luster. For a species as advanced as they; it was as though something had gone wrong. No shields deployed. Their weapons appeared to mal functioning as these unknown aggressors killed without mercy. All surrender attempts met with plasma fire or these radioactive missiles. What were these monsters? The large ship finally made it to the orbit above the home planet and they unleashed their greatest weapon. The ship held a massive boring laser and they fired it upon the planet. They carved through the atmosphere, scorching a permanent hole before cutting through crust, and core. The Senate watched the final moments of the planet as it cracked then shattered. Volcanic Eruptions all over the planet as it ripped itself apart till it was no more. A species wiped from the galaxy forever.
Who were these attackers? Their name had been found on monument that they had shot into an Agnessian Colony world before exterminating all sapient life. Those videos had already been watched and the blood letting was horrifying. Terra, this was the name they claimed and they demanded vengeance.
Vengeance for a rogue mining operation that no one had even know was performed for the last hundreds of years until today. Everyone knew that the Sianti had more greed than brains but no one thought they greedy enough to mine on planet with a sapient species. Today everyone had been proven wrong. The Senate fought and argued over the best way to placate this new species; these Terrans. They had reached out to negotiate peace and explained the matter. The Senate breathed a sigh of relief when Terra agreed to speak.
The warp signals of a Terran craft appeared in quadrant. The Galaxy held it's breath as they thought perhaps peace would rule once again. A hope that died as they all saw that it was no diplomatic vessel. The Planet Cracker had come. | It’s amazing how many solar systems have gas giants just sitting peacefully in the orbit of a happy little star. Sure, much thought had been given over the centuries about the process of terraforming them, but it was always considered too difficult or expensive. You know what humans found out was an easier task? Igniting them, one by one, in every colonized system and slowly watching entire worlds burn or be ripped apart by the overwhelming new gravity wells that had just been introduced to a harmonious system. Maybe gas giants was the wrong way to look at them, they were just failed suns. The composition was all the same; hydrogen, helium, a little bit of methane, they were just too small to ignite. What was the easiest way to fix that? Add mass of course. But how did we get here?
Doctor Sarah Peterson considered herself a failure when it came to astrophysics. She was on NASAs deep space exploration team for years but could never get the quantum reality drive (QRD) to work correctly. The drive would always generate extra mass as a byproduct of its energy conversion process which would end up causing reduced propulsion. While it made for a terrible propulsion system, it turned out to be an incredible weapon. Attach a near unlimited energy source and just wait a few years for beautiful things to happen.
Dr Peterson was now a commander in the earth space command as she explained to the galactic council how these things worked.
Councilor: “what do you mean you ignited a planet?”
Sarah: “well, you see, it was a failed sun, but we just wanted it to live up to its full potential.”
Councilor: “that’s not what we meant, you ignited a planet in a populated system! It ended up destroying two inhabited worlds! Billions of lives were lost.”
Sarah: “oops”
The intergalactic translator found that it could not accurately translate an interjection or onomatopoeia accurately even after all of these years. It gave its best guess: “sorry”
Councilor: “what do you mean sorry?”
Sarah: “oh I didn’t apologize. You see, we were just just testing. The planet was uninhabited”
Councilor: “Just because earth was accidentally damaged doesn’t mean you can go around destroying the species’ entire protected systems!”
Sarah: “remind me councilor, what system is your species from again?” | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | It had been a Winter Solstice holiday. That's what the scientists all said and we had no reason to disagree with them. It was supposed to be a joyful day when the machines came from the sky with fire and destruction.
What hope had the children of Earth in the twenty first century when we finally had first contact with intelligent life when it saw us as nothing more than ants? They had brought plasma weapons, shields, and things that humanity would not know for centuries had we been left to our own devices. We had been nothing more than wheat before the scythe.
It was said that two thirds of humanity was wiped out in the first week. They were the lucky ones. They did not know the famines or toxic blooms that would scorch our once beautiful home's surface. Humanity would dwindle to a measly fifteen percent when it was all said and done. That was hundreds of years ago.
Humanity had survived and the crimes performed upon them had made them stronger than ever before. We had always been a war tribe, any claims of peace were simply a lie in the end. We had always fought each other with spear, bow, the gun, before missile and much, much worse things. We had sworn vengeance in our last days before we fled the surface to the dark places below.
Majority of the surviving population had been put into what was better known as Cryo Sleep at the time. Now it was called the great sleep. The remaining population; Scientists, Machinists, Soldiers, and the like had been busy in that time. Yes there had been conflicts but when we all awoke there was only one government united by hatred for the Xenos.
The Awoken had studied the Xenos who had come and what they had used against us. We reversed engineered their technologies. Their weapons and equipment had become ours. However more technological break throughs had been made. Genetic Modification and Artificial Intelligence had flourished without petty morality to keep them in check. Now everything we wore had something inside it just as smart or smarter than the wearer. We were better for it.
Only ten percent of those that gone to sleep did not awaken. The genetic splicing done upon those asleep or surgical improvements sometimes had extreme effects. Sadly we lost more people before they even knew what killed them. However now the few that remained were stronger than humanity had ever been before and our hate filled gaze turned to the sky.
Our war was silent at first. AI programs who slipped into Xenos systems and filtered information back to our home. We learned so much about our enemies. We knew where their home was and that they had allies, so many allies. Our war would have to be swift and brutal. Thankfully they were not watching us. Our planet was useless to them now and they were not expecting the apes to come for revenge. They never saw us coming.
The Senate of the Galactic Federation stood in silence as they watched the nightmarish scene unfold. Several ships bearing identifying symbols that no species represented warped into the sector of the Agnessians. They were crudely shaped and large. Not like the agile designs of the Federation. These were built for function and held no beauty. They approached Agnessian space at a speed unexpected for the unshapely craft, rushing toward a scientific space station on the outskirts of the sector.
Small blips appeared on the screen that moved at a speed far faster than the ships in question. They shot out to the station and in a light that rivalled the quadrant's star, it was gone. Nothing but blue and green cosmic radiation in it's wake. These ships were not done, only beginning. A new ship appeared and it dwarfed all the others. It was huge and it was clear to the simplest minds that it was a ship built around a weapon. It moved at what felt like a crawl but it proceeded towards Agnessa Home World.
The Agnessian counter attack was lack luster. For a species as advanced as they; it was as though something had gone wrong. No shields deployed. Their weapons appeared to mal functioning as these unknown aggressors killed without mercy. All surrender attempts met with plasma fire or these radioactive missiles. What were these monsters? The large ship finally made it to the orbit above the home planet and they unleashed their greatest weapon. The ship held a massive boring laser and they fired it upon the planet. They carved through the atmosphere, scorching a permanent hole before cutting through crust, and core. The Senate watched the final moments of the planet as it cracked then shattered. Volcanic Eruptions all over the planet as it ripped itself apart till it was no more. A species wiped from the galaxy forever.
Who were these attackers? Their name had been found on monument that they had shot into an Agnessian Colony world before exterminating all sapient life. Those videos had already been watched and the blood letting was horrifying. Terra, this was the name they claimed and they demanded vengeance.
Vengeance for a rogue mining operation that no one had even know was performed for the last hundreds of years until today. Everyone knew that the Sianti had more greed than brains but no one thought they greedy enough to mine on planet with a sapient species. Today everyone had been proven wrong. The Senate fought and argued over the best way to placate this new species; these Terrans. They had reached out to negotiate peace and explained the matter. The Senate breathed a sigh of relief when Terra agreed to speak.
The warp signals of a Terran craft appeared in quadrant. The Galaxy held it's breath as they thought perhaps peace would rule once again. A hope that died as they all saw that it was no diplomatic vessel. The Planet Cracker had come. | The sins of our past would soon come to claim their due. Arrogance clouded our minds , believing ourselves higher than these primitive races. Combining our intellectual might and interests to form the greatest galactic federation the UNIVERSE * had ever seen and yet ; such intellect was our down fall. A race , indistinguishable from the rest that occupied the endless comsos was attacked by our federal fleet. Seeking to test new found weaponry and capabilities which were boasted by our brightest minds and hardened generals. Those these " HUMANS " * possessed weapons of their own , they were nothing more than a mere pebble in the eye of the storm. It did not take long afore we wiped a large portion of their population. Flattening their very cities to the very ground , ridding them of their food sources , destroying anything and everything that would even allow them to resume normalcy to their world. And with that , we left them.
Oh how idiotic it was ───── , to believe that we were untouchable in the eyes of those humans. If only we had known what they truly were capable of. During the war if I should even call it such, they managed to take down a few of our ships and drones along with killing a few squads. A mere fragment of the armada , causing the commanders of such a raid to pay no mind to such losses. They somehow , defied possibility. Adapting , evolving our technology into their own. Weaving their very concepts into things that would make those outer gods shiver in fear. Their purpose now shifted , whatever remained had united as one , with a single goal in mind.
VENGEANCE
And such was achieved . . .
One by one , planets and systems owned and governed by the federation began to fall. Ruthlessly did the humans obliterated through the armada that had once did the same. They held no mercy , utilizing everything imaginable to their advantage. They held no quarrel in wiping out innocent races that showed their disagreement with their cause. The rest either held neutral ground or left the federation, assisting the humans with further and further technology. Their anger , their depravity , their REVENGE would not end until the federation was nothing more than a forgotten memory. Oh how we begged for mercy , pleading for a peace treaty , negotiations. Anything to quell their crusade but they denounced each and every single one. Reminding us how we laughed at their attempts of diplomacy. Alas it only took 5 years for the humans to wipe out the remaining branches. Once they were finished , they simple returned home. Their deed finished , they did not have a reason to traverse the cosmos any longer. Keeping to themselves and whatever close allies they made along the way...
So allow my message to be of warning , leave the humans be. You may believe this nothing more than a folk lore and brush off my warning, do not say I did not warn you . . .
May the light guide you . . . And good luck . . . | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | Xen looks over his notes and sighs, there were few cases where first contact had gone so wrong, and fewer where they even got the chance to make a second contact after that. Even so the situation with the humans was breaking apart, and he didn't know what to do about it.
Xen looked over his notes again to make sure everything was perfectly clear. The Triangulum Mining Corporation (also known as the TMC) had attempted to illegally mine the planet earth for its resources. They first set up mining facilities that violated both human and intergalactic laws by mining the earth for every single molecule it had. When human nations attempted to assert their sovereignty, the TMC destroyed every major military, killed every major leader, and forced the entire planet to fall into anarchy. What's more the TMC permanently destroyed the Earth's ecosystems to make the planet mostly uninhabitable through ecological damage. The end result is a terrified world of primitive aliens with a population reduced to 20 million individuals. All of which have been physically and emotionally traumatised for no other reason than a mining company choosing to be lazy rather than go through proper channels to mine in an ethical manner.
Xen sighs as he finishes reading. This was really, really bad. He had been in charge of reconciliation and reparations from the galactic community. But all attempts at second contact have resulted in failure. It did not matter if the humans were dying, if they would go extinct in a few years if nothing was done. The humans were afraid, and the last members of the Galactic community they met absolutely annihilated them in less than a mere decade. How was Xen supposed to explain that a force more than capable of wiping out their entire civilization was a mining company using cheap civilian weaponry?
Omi enters the room, floating inside on hydrogen sacks the sentient plant speaks, "Sir, I have a report, the humans attempted to attack one of our water purification facilities again. They seem to believe that we are attempting to damage their world even further."
"Did you try reasoning with them?"
"You know I did, but humans are primitive. They speak thousands of different languages and even if we guess the correct one to communicate with them with they just ignore what we have to say and go straight for murder. Not realising that we're helping, and the few who do learn the truth are ostracised by their societies or outright executed as traitors."
"Is the facility at least protected?"
"Oh yes, of course it is. We let the humans believe that their primitive weaponry and 'human spirit" destroyed the facility and moved it to a new location. We can begin surveys to find a new spot to plant it Immediately."
"Good, they'll have clean water soon enough, then we can start integrating them into Galactic society."
"Hm, if I may… that's what you said when we removed the mining facilities, when we started giving them aid, when we cleaned the air…"
"They just need time to learn that we mean no harm."
"And how much time is that? The only reason they are still alive is do to our aid, yet they still fight us like the primitive savages they are. They need to be educated, they need to be fixed, and if your going to tell me that a civilization that couldn't even develop a one world culture is going to act like anything else than barbarian savages-"
"Enough Omi! Now if there is nothing else that you would like to say then I would kindly ask that you leave my office."
"I have a proposition, if we want to integrate the humans peacefully we will need their cooperation." Omi sends Xen his notes. Xen skims through them quickly, reading the fine details. They were plans for an increased security force and the establishment of a one world government lead by humans, who would be given access to this security force. Several humans had been selected as excellent leaders do to their cooperation with the intergalactic government.
"This reads like little more than subjugation."
"The government is temporary. It will only exist until humans are able to establish a stable government, and we will continue to offer support during that time."
Xen looks at the documents over a few more times. He wanted to work with the humans, but the answer was quite clear. They weren't going to work with him. Perhaps if they had a stable and modern government they would do as was needed.
"Alright, you have my stamp of approval. Begin establishing this new government Immediately and supply them with whatever resources that they request."
Xen returned to his seat. Going over his documents again his communicator pinged him as he was working. It was a news report, Triangulum Mining Corporation had lost their court case and were making a speech.
"The Triangulum Mining Corporation would like to apologise to the galaxy for their actions" a representative from the company said, "we believe in ethical mining and the ethical treatment of native species across the galaxy. Our lack of oversight harmed another world and for this we are deeply sorry. The species of earth will receive compensation for the incident."
Xen rolled his many eyes as he looked through the official reports available to him. The mining company was fined, and is now offering a measly amount in compensation. They still made a profit on this venture. | It was over a century before global communication could be established again. The fledgling world powers did their best to repurpose disused communications systems from the old times, settling on a new form of communication through a rediscovered language called Morse Code. It was through this system that a desperate cooperation was had, and every important piece of accumulated knowledge was shared. The impetus for this cooperation was simple, the uncooperative simply did not survive. So harsh were the conditions of this era, that even the slightest of secrets or the smallest misuse of resources could end a life. It was under this immense pressure that the new humanity was forged.
Only through sheer trust in the collective ability of all mankind did any of us have a chance, and even then the chances were vanishingly slim. The death rate outstripped the birth rate for decades. Civilizations quickly formed, hopelessly floundered, crumbled to dust, and were immediately forgotten. People began leaving time capsules behind as a ritual, when they knew the end was near, burying their truths in the hope that it would better assist those that might come later. There were only two true professions in that age, the archeologists and the builders.
The archeologists were cursed souls that would brave the horrors of the surface to meticulously dig through the embers of the old times. They fought a desperate, unwinnable war against time, the elements, and the burning sky. Their goal was simply to pull anything useful back into the holes that the builders were maintaining for us. They often came back with horrible burns, missing limbs, and small impossible fragments of something called "technology." The word meant nothing to our tongues, deriving from some long dead language of the old times. Near as we knew, the word meant nearly anything delicate and complex that could be reasonably carried by a single man. Some of it was highly sought by the builders and, for the governments, that was enough to justify the terrible costs in hunting it down.
When enough of the technology had been gathered, and global communications had finally allowed information to be shared, some of the builders became technologists. These people worked with their fellows to divine the secrets of the past from the useful fragments that had been collected by the archeologists. The technologists were like magicians to us. They spoke in strange tongues, always used strange measures, and performed magical feats that terrified the rest of humanity. It was from the technologists that the miracles of farming, cooling, heating, and surface breathing became realities. The technologists helped us to dig deeper, live longer, and endure much more suffering than was ever deemed possible before. The average lifespan increased nearly two-fold to twenty under their watch.
Generations later, truths began to leak from the halls of the technologists. The first of these was completely sensational. The sky fire had once not been so close to The Earth, they divined. Instead, it had been trapped within a ball in the heavens. At some point the fire had escaped and set ablaze the sky of The Earth itself. This news shook the people, who dared not believe in this magical sky vessel, nor in the accompanying news that it almost certainly had a father. This child filled them with uncertainty, and yet the technologists knew so very much about it. They knew it weighed precisely one of itself, and that it was precisely as far from us as we were from it. Apparently, these were meaningful revelations, as the father's other children universally did not share these traits.
The second revelation was seemingly more bizarre. The child was still there, in the sky, but had turned black and shrunk after the passing of its flame. The technologists referred to it as a hole. They claimed that studying this hole in detail would provide insights that even the old times had no knowledge of. As a symbol of trust, they imparted on us an invention they called medicine, and the average lifespan nearly doubled again. All they would need now, was for the builders to dig a path through the sky fire. The governments agreed that this task was vital to our survival, so the builders set themselves upon it.
The path, the technologists claimed, was built from special technology called qubits and creatures called worms. It was erected in such a way that the technologists could view the child through it, like a window, from nearly any angle. It was here that a terrible truth was revealed to us. The child had not simply passed its flame to the earth. The destruction of the old times was an act of mighty retribution for the theft of something dear. A special substance called "half of water" had been stripped from the child's soul in a single night. With this soul removed the child had been forced to irrationally lash out in anger before becoming distant and cold. Were it not for its horrifying gift of the sky fire, all of humanity would have died. This news shocked and appalled the populous, who demanded The Stealer of Souls be found and face justice for their unspeakable crimes. The governments agreed.
The technologists gave way to a new era of critical thinkers. With the remnants of the old times burned to ashes from their continuous exposure to the eternal sky fire, there was nothing left to find on the surface and nothing left to learn from what came before. The only facts that could be gleaned would be from those with a mind looking to the future. So it was that the era of the futurologists came to be. Futurology was more than the pursuit of humanity's dying hopes, it was a promise that The Stealer of Souls would be vanquished and the "half of water" would be returned. Futurologists worked tirelessly in pursuit of these tasks, discovering incredible wonders along the way.
The Futurologists made new windows to other worlds. Through them, they charted out places where the sky fire had never burned. They were cold, airless worlds, with alien skies. Safe structures could be built deep within the ground on these worlds. So it was that Humanity began its escape but, most importantly, its revenge. Simple experimentation proved to the futurologists that the light of the Earth's eternal flame traveled slowly to its sister worlds. Flickers in the sky fire's light would reach Triton well after Ganymede. From this observation the futurologists divined that opening a window at a great enough distance would allow the light of the actual great theft to reach their eyes. The builders constructed a window some three hundred years into the black of space, a measure of distance few truly understood. They erected this connection facing the child's once gleaming light. The futurologists devised and deployed magnifiers through which they could watch and learn. Through this method they were able to gather details of the incredible theft from every conceivable angle.
In a matter of years we knew where they came from. Most importantly, however, we knew where they went. The fools had stolen the "half of water" before darting directly back to a single point of light in the sky, another of the father's children, some ninety five years away from us. Their methods were completely visible to us, and the futurologists were confident that they could replicate and reverse the task. It was possible, then, to get revenge and right the great wrong all in one swift action. The builders just had to build a very special window and deploy it in a very precise way. Doing so would see the "half of water" from the thieves' child returned to ours, an act that might just forever illuminate their sins in a sky fire of their own.
A date and time was picked, and humanity waited in fear for the possible retribution that might come for these acts. Surprisingly, none came. The father's beloved child sprang back to life at the coaxing of the technologist's mighty machinations, given form by the builders. In nearly an instant, the child's light was reborn. That was two thousand years ago.
I'm Janice Miguelin, Xeno Archeologist. It's always the same now. When we identify a Tier Seven Civilization we immediately detonate their star. For humanity, its proven to be the safest possible option. At least, that's what we want to believe. I have the listeners of The Starship Revenge pointed firmly at Tomb Prime, some two thousand light years from my current position. I've been meticulously combing through the non-visible spectrum looking for any data from that civilization's final moments that we may have missed. There were a fair number of frantic transmissions in the final hours, across all possible bands.
This last one translated, quite pleadingly, into the following request: "People of Earth, please, have mercy! It was a rouge mining company that stole the hydrogen from your star! We had no knowledge of these events before today! Please, stop this! We do not support the acts taken against you! People of Earth, have mercy!"
It should boil my blood thinking they knew enough about us to make such a request. It was practically an admission of guilt, implying some party of theirs had willfully chosen to do nothing to help us. I should be angry. I should be livid. I should be overcome with satisfaction knowing that we were right to do what we did. However, all I can feel is sadness.
These desperate transmissions never made it to any human ears. These haunting echoes were ultimately just their dying cries into the void. They were no more glorious than the ones that had escaped our own ancestral home in the final hours of its original passing. They join an endless choir of such voices, forever filling the void whenever we find a new world to burn. It makes me wonder.
Someday the echoes of the dying howls of Earth will join that choir again. Will it be the final time? Or will it simply begin the cycle anew? | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | While it was common to reference the triumphant history of the Imperium, actual historical study was rare. Curation, examination, and delivery of information was handled by the various AIs that handled the indescribably massive needs of each individual consciousness in the Collective. After all, the last physical body had been abandoned thousands of solar cycles ago; they were so limiting. Imagine trying to have a “thought” with a neurological center. Disgusting. Like an animal.
Regardless, existence was endless joy. Our pleasure nodes had overcome the Hedonistic treadmill long ago by resetting our pleasure centers. Our ever-growing minds were met with ever-more complex scenarios by the AIs as we drifted through curated galleries of experience. It was a perfect existence and, through the majesty of the Great Pact, we all supported it. Each of us was wholly independent, free, and catered with the infinite collective resources our evolution had won.
Yes, we’d encountered primitives. Dangerous war-like things obsessed with eating, having offspring, and *dying.* Disgusting. If they showed signs of space flight, D126 would simply quarantine them. Sometimes they even had a novel idea in all their scrambling and send the whole Imperium into a twitter. I mean, they were *wrong* but they’d tried! How cute.
We had no idea that these “humans” evolved at all. They would communicate with simple radiation devices and built themselves out of… well, carbon. It seems almost unpolitic and uncivilized, but there it is. Cursory examination by A0013 estimated they would self-annihilate after they split the atom so early in their political development like the Guyaga, Mavrib and Foxol, Bbibbillit, and countless others. A harvest mission to collect interesting wildlife for zoos and survey mineral resources was dispatched as usual and we continued onward.
We didn’t expect they would *disable* the probes. They were fighting with chemical explosives only weeks before! Even if they did, how would they even understand what they were looking at? B396 had some accidents in the past, but it was like handing a wormhole anchor to a Griddick; really, where’s the harm?
The AIs learned after the Vouisillion Incident not to demonstrate faster than light travel in the presence of space flight primitives and never to use ansible technology after the Pirate Radio Cycle. It was several cycles before we realized the probes were missing, but so what? There were no technologies that were dangerous!
The investigation committee of AIs has come to the conclusion that these Humans were somehow able to discern the patterns of design in the craft to reverse-engineer technology that wasn’t actually present. A “if this, then that” and “why do it this way and not that way.” Sort of a single-celled organism learning to play Suite 1-557-6 by memorization.
Regardless, it seems they were terribly bitter for a bunch of primitives who had just been gifted a 10,000 year leap in technology and somehow made it through the Atomic Age without social consensus like some sensible species. Why do they care about a few unrelated individuals being collected? Why would they put *so* much energy into such a fruitless task? And how could any of the AIs be blamed for what happened next? Mining and energy collection rigs go missing all the time! We hold dominion over whole wings of this galaxy! Do stars worry about motes of dust in clouds?
Apologies. The Humans evidently united and are now spreading exponentially. They have hijacked our mining rigs and turned them completely to war while broadcasting their brutish angry messages. Patrols have killed several, but there are *billions* of them now. They didn’t even back down when D002 threatened to crack their planet *and then did so.* Now they live like scum in their primitive craft, spreading like fire over the M-17 Administration Hub.
What has brought us to this meeting is that the AIs are… well, they assessed that they are losing. None of us were uploaded with more than historical knowledge of war that the AIs didn’t fight and these Humans are trouncing them. Certainly, they are taking terrible losses, but they keep coming up with novel ideas faster than AIs can adapt and then they spread them like a disease with thousands of little variations and then they ABANDON THEM. Insanity. They have repurposed our AIs as well, but they seem to come up with most of their ideas with… neurons.
They, the Humans… they want to negotiate with us directly. They make obscene communications and simulate their reproduction with our broken equipment while decrying the quality of our AIs. We have backups of our programming, yes, but they have realized that and are targeting us directly now. Thus, it is my recommendation to this body that we… attempt to communicate with them. It would be truly tragic if one of us were to… well… die.
Thank you.
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Devshare: Command is going to LOVE this. | "Just 5 years before Terran ambassadors arrived on Keplar 9 for the annual galactic summit, around 46% of Terra's population was annihilated in a, by galactic standards, military grade plasma ray attack. This devastated the population and left them unable to find food and shelter as at least half of all the water where the impact of the plasma ray hit evaporated and was consequently stolen by the unknown alien ships" Ka'lar said as he read out the document his boss assigned him to "study" when what he really meant was "do it instead of me".
But Ka'lar was already used to doing everyone's work and he did not mind as he didn't have anything else to do.
This document was information on the newly accepted members of the galactic council and the species they were going to meet in 2 months.
"Sir, we have detected Terran-style ships approaching but with no official insignia on them" Ka'lar got startled by the sudden noise and dropped his coffee, the new beverage that became extremely popular after Terra started exporting it.
"Why would there be no official insignia if they are recognized by the galactic council?"
"I do not know, Commander Ka'lar." "Establish contact and ask on what business they are here for, the Terrans should arrive in about 2 months time, it's too early for them to be here"
Private Eret pressed a button on the control desk, but the machine did not turn on. "This stupid thing, we really need new replacements for this crack-shack of a ship" Private Eret said as he hit the machine a couple times until it whirred to life and displayed a sickly white screen with some writing on it that looked more pixelated than an old DS game.
Suddenly, the screen turned a blackish green colour as text on the screen said "signal error, please check your connection" "Damn this stupid thin-" Private Eret said as he felt the most sharp searing pain he had ever felt as if his entire body was on fire. The Terrans had fired some sort of radiation ray, but fortunately for him, the control room was the furthest from the radiation ray and the Terran ship was pretty far away from the ship, meaning he was extremely lucky to survive.
"Stand down and lower your weapons."
"We have killed 50% of your staff and heavily injured the other half. Stand down and we will send medical help as we are not as barbaric as the galactic council and can clearly see that you are only partly to blame, given the fact that 5 years ago, you were close enough to Terra passing through the solar system that you could have offered aid"
Ka'lar blinked as he looked at Private Eret who's entire body was covered in burns. His species was more susceptible to radiation because of their naturally weak home star that spewed out less radiation than most average star systems.
"I repeat, stand down and lower your weapons"
Ka'lar ordered the remaining staff to stand down and wait for medical attention, but he wasn't so sure as to whether or not the Terrans would fulfill their promise.
"2 of your representatives, preferably a captain and a commander, will be allowed to board our ship so we can discuss all of *this*" Ka'lar was hesitant to agree to board the ship but his Captain, being the coward that he is, went with the humans almost instantly because he knew, that such a large ship would be able to fire another shot, and this time would kill the remaining 50% of the injured staff. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | "I'm sorry but our translator is having difficulties with your hierarchical organisation. What is a high priest?"
The Pope looked at the alien and paused. Surely they had made themselves plain by now?
"Xerce, Admiral Xerce. A priest is a warrior of undying faith to the Cardinals of the Pope. That would be me. I am second only to God"
Xerce blew a little air from his side nostrils, confused. he turned to his second in command, another blue reptillian and shook his head, a sign of further confusion. His companion had no answer to the humans further confusing statements.
"If you are second to this 'God', then I think it might be better to negotiate with them directly. You have attacked a neighbouring planet with most lethal force, an unwarranted attack."
Pope Julian stood up and his face reddened. "Unwarranted?"
"It has been explained that the mining company from Untilles 4 had no official warrant to develop your world into a mine. It was a tragic error. Your population was not eradicated, happily."
Julian remained standing, and felt for his beads. Each one represented a million deaths from Earth, and he touched them all. Thousands of beads, all obsidian black.
"You want to talk to God? You will meet soon enough." The smile on Julian's face was misinterpreted by the aliens. The council chamber in which they stood was setup like a horeshoe, with the main council facing the single chair placed at the focal point of the room, and each representative special given a seat in the stands beyond.
"Good, good. When can a meeting be prepared with God?"
"It has been arranged for more than a decade now." Further confused looks from the council towards this human negotiator. Xerce had tried to be polite, but it seemed the meeting had come to a close.
"Well until the next meeting then."
"No."
The finality of that single word galvanised the council to attention.
"We don't understand you, Pope", Xerce said.
"I know. We have studied you, and your council, and your deviant species. Since you came to our world..."
"... the mining company...." Xerce interjected, but Julian continued.
"Since you came to our world two hundred years ago, you left a handful of people alive. We waded in the stench of death, the pile of corpses. But we rose from the ashes, priests leading the way, the Cardinals finding faith in the vacuum energy research to bring us closer to God. Your primitive worlds never did hear the word of God, but we heard it. We recognised it. We have been working. Working to become one with God. We are going to unite with all that we loved, all that we lost. WE WILL BE WHOLE ONCE MORE AND YOU THE INFIDEL ALIENS WILL FEEL THE WRATH THAT GOD HAS TO OFFER YOU. NONE SHALL BE SPARED AND NONE SHALL HIDE FROM THE GLORY TO COME!"
Julian was spitting as he shouted his sermon at the council, and when he opened his eyes, wet from tears and looked at them all, the whole rage of humanity was within him. He sat down.
"We discovered a way to create a null Universe about ten years ago, and since then we have been constructing the device. Today will be the last day for any of you."
Xerce was trying the understand. These humans, who haven't negotiated in good faith in fourteen hundred cycles, now wanted to talk. He had no idea what a Cardinal or a Pope or a God was. They talked in riddles, stupid creatures. Null Universe?
"I apologise but what is a null Universe device?"
Julian smiled, but the smile was only in his mouth.
"We are going to kill this fetid Universe. Every shred of spacetime will be ripped up and sent to his glorious majesty, the ever existing God of all!"
"That's preposterous. Who is this God?"
"God. We pray to God, and he has shown us the way."
Xerce, as well as every being in the galactic council, could not conceive of a God. Religion was a truly unique phenomenon of Earth. Fading away by the 22nd century it was all but gone, but after the Earth was ripped apart, leaving barely a hundred thousand humans alive it became the only means of survival. Every human devoted, each with a singular purpose. The glory of God. Every Pope, handing down a message to the next. Kill the Godless. There was only one way to complete this task, truly, for all eternity, to complete the ultimate Glory of God's will. Humanity had suffered. More than any had suffered, but it would soon be over. God would save them all, the devout, the devoted.
"Even if you could destroy a Universe, and you can't, you'd be killing yourselves. There's no reason to, not even the insane would destroy themselves. A ridiculous empty threat really."
"WE will live on beyond this Universe, and be one with Holy God!"
Xerce began to understand a little. These humans thought that they would live, AFTER death? Nonsense, surely. A joke? It was hard to believe. He had never heard of such an idea. No-one had.
"Come now Pope. This is nonsense. I'm not sure that this meeting is serving any purpose," the alien still misunderstanding the name and title of this human, this only human who had come before the council. The only reason he had allowed this meeting to take place was because of the vicious attack by the humans on a trade convoy near their world three cycles ago. More than ten thousand killed, males, females, inters, children, third-children alike. All slaughtered. It couldn't be allowed to lead into a larger scale offensive. This small, broken tiny world must be made to see reason, or be controlled.
Pope Julian XI sighed, and looked across the entire chamber, then down at his watch. When he spoke he spoke softly. He was talking only to himself.
"I agree. The glory of God will be known only unto us. We are all happy to be moving unto Him, and he will accept us with open arms. You will be swept aside."
An alarm sounded outside. A long range sensor net had discovered stars winking out one by one, spreading out from The fringe sector, roughly where Earth was located. The light would catch up soon enough and the black void approaching would be visible to the eye.
The last human in existence stood, humbled before God, and walked two steps to then kneel on the floor, praying before the wave of destruction hit, before his God. It would only be a few seconds now.
The council and aliens beyond were mixed, some stood, some sat, some discussing this truly strange creature before them, and none believed a word they had heard. | "Just 5 years before Terran ambassadors arrived on Keplar 9 for the annual galactic summit, around 46% of Terra's population was annihilated in a, by galactic standards, military grade plasma ray attack. This devastated the population and left them unable to find food and shelter as at least half of all the water where the impact of the plasma ray hit evaporated and was consequently stolen by the unknown alien ships" Ka'lar said as he read out the document his boss assigned him to "study" when what he really meant was "do it instead of me".
But Ka'lar was already used to doing everyone's work and he did not mind as he didn't have anything else to do.
This document was information on the newly accepted members of the galactic council and the species they were going to meet in 2 months.
"Sir, we have detected Terran-style ships approaching but with no official insignia on them" Ka'lar got startled by the sudden noise and dropped his coffee, the new beverage that became extremely popular after Terra started exporting it.
"Why would there be no official insignia if they are recognized by the galactic council?"
"I do not know, Commander Ka'lar." "Establish contact and ask on what business they are here for, the Terrans should arrive in about 2 months time, it's too early for them to be here"
Private Eret pressed a button on the control desk, but the machine did not turn on. "This stupid thing, we really need new replacements for this crack-shack of a ship" Private Eret said as he hit the machine a couple times until it whirred to life and displayed a sickly white screen with some writing on it that looked more pixelated than an old DS game.
Suddenly, the screen turned a blackish green colour as text on the screen said "signal error, please check your connection" "Damn this stupid thin-" Private Eret said as he felt the most sharp searing pain he had ever felt as if his entire body was on fire. The Terrans had fired some sort of radiation ray, but fortunately for him, the control room was the furthest from the radiation ray and the Terran ship was pretty far away from the ship, meaning he was extremely lucky to survive.
"Stand down and lower your weapons."
"We have killed 50% of your staff and heavily injured the other half. Stand down and we will send medical help as we are not as barbaric as the galactic council and can clearly see that you are only partly to blame, given the fact that 5 years ago, you were close enough to Terra passing through the solar system that you could have offered aid"
Ka'lar blinked as he looked at Private Eret who's entire body was covered in burns. His species was more susceptible to radiation because of their naturally weak home star that spewed out less radiation than most average star systems.
"I repeat, stand down and lower your weapons"
Ka'lar ordered the remaining staff to stand down and wait for medical attention, but he wasn't so sure as to whether or not the Terrans would fulfill their promise.
"2 of your representatives, preferably a captain and a commander, will be allowed to board our ship so we can discuss all of *this*" Ka'lar was hesitant to agree to board the ship but his Captain, being the coward that he is, went with the humans almost instantly because he knew, that such a large ship would be able to fire another shot, and this time would kill the remaining 50% of the injured staff. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | \-"This is preposterous!"
This was the only clearly audible response, the chaos erupting in the Councill's Halls drowned out everything else. Every race wanted to express their discontent at the same time, creating an unprecedented cacaphony of yelling, hollering, screeching and howling. The only silent figure amidst the sea of flaring tempers was a lone human, slowly drumming his fingers of his podium. A new observer would easily mistake his lack of reaction for a lack of anger - but his eyes told a different story. Cold and full of contempt. As the seconds grew longer without the noise settling down, he slowly furred his browns, before reaching behind his uniform.
The dull, thunderous bang deafened everyone. They all froze in shock, not sure which one of them would drop dead, before realizing this was but a warning shot. Their next thoughts were of confusion: how did the human smuggle a gauss pistol inside the chamber? They underestimated the fury of humanity, and the fruits it would bear. Modular gauss pistols that were easily disassembled into inconspicous parts were not projected to be feasable for the next decade, but humanity has accelerated the clock.
\-"Preposterous? Unfair? Let me tell this council the meaning of those words"
The lone human started talking, slowly lowering his weapon, but not letting go of it.
\-"8 years ago when the Qwell appeared, you did nothing. 5 years ago when humanity was attacked, you did nothing. You sat and watched from your cushioned seats as they overrun our solar system like a swarm of locusts, as we barely managed to stop them at Luna. This council did NOTHING!"
The anger and hatred in the last shouted word was tangible. When the councillors read reports of the war, they were dismissed, the calls, no the begs for assistance ignored. It took them being at gunpoint of a scientific marvel, wielded by someone who was fueled by the hatred of an entire race, to realize just how wrong they were.
\-"This council is responsible for allowing a genocide to happen. This council thinking it can suddenly grow a conscience is preposterous. Now, the council has two options before it. The council can remain *fair*, keep sitting on its ass as we will have our revenge, and do nothing as it always have. Or the council can try to interfere. This will not change the result: the redirected asteroids will destroy every Qwell planet in their home system. The only thing it will change is I will execute each and every one of its members as war criminals.
Thinking that you can selectively enforce your rules preposterous. Trying to do so is unfair. Now decide."
The human raised his pistol, waiting for any of the councillors to utter a word of defiance. They all remained silent. | "Just 5 years before Terran ambassadors arrived on Keplar 9 for the annual galactic summit, around 46% of Terra's population was annihilated in a, by galactic standards, military grade plasma ray attack. This devastated the population and left them unable to find food and shelter as at least half of all the water where the impact of the plasma ray hit evaporated and was consequently stolen by the unknown alien ships" Ka'lar said as he read out the document his boss assigned him to "study" when what he really meant was "do it instead of me".
But Ka'lar was already used to doing everyone's work and he did not mind as he didn't have anything else to do.
This document was information on the newly accepted members of the galactic council and the species they were going to meet in 2 months.
"Sir, we have detected Terran-style ships approaching but with no official insignia on them" Ka'lar got startled by the sudden noise and dropped his coffee, the new beverage that became extremely popular after Terra started exporting it.
"Why would there be no official insignia if they are recognized by the galactic council?"
"I do not know, Commander Ka'lar." "Establish contact and ask on what business they are here for, the Terrans should arrive in about 2 months time, it's too early for them to be here"
Private Eret pressed a button on the control desk, but the machine did not turn on. "This stupid thing, we really need new replacements for this crack-shack of a ship" Private Eret said as he hit the machine a couple times until it whirred to life and displayed a sickly white screen with some writing on it that looked more pixelated than an old DS game.
Suddenly, the screen turned a blackish green colour as text on the screen said "signal error, please check your connection" "Damn this stupid thin-" Private Eret said as he felt the most sharp searing pain he had ever felt as if his entire body was on fire. The Terrans had fired some sort of radiation ray, but fortunately for him, the control room was the furthest from the radiation ray and the Terran ship was pretty far away from the ship, meaning he was extremely lucky to survive.
"Stand down and lower your weapons."
"We have killed 50% of your staff and heavily injured the other half. Stand down and we will send medical help as we are not as barbaric as the galactic council and can clearly see that you are only partly to blame, given the fact that 5 years ago, you were close enough to Terra passing through the solar system that you could have offered aid"
Ka'lar blinked as he looked at Private Eret who's entire body was covered in burns. His species was more susceptible to radiation because of their naturally weak home star that spewed out less radiation than most average star systems.
"I repeat, stand down and lower your weapons"
Ka'lar ordered the remaining staff to stand down and wait for medical attention, but he wasn't so sure as to whether or not the Terrans would fulfill their promise.
"2 of your representatives, preferably a captain and a commander, will be allowed to board our ship so we can discuss all of *this*" Ka'lar was hesitant to agree to board the ship but his Captain, being the coward that he is, went with the humans almost instantly because he knew, that such a large ship would be able to fire another shot, and this time would kill the remaining 50% of the injured staff. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | They called them the swarm. They came from the darkness and rained fire down on our worlds. All of our worlds. Tens, of thousands *of thousands* of worlds. The weapons they used were considered war crimes by council members, but after the bombardment, who was left to complain?....
Those few that did survive, on the burning husks of worlds turned to glass, watched the humans withdraw.
Revenge was a dish best served cold. Humanity had spent a thousand years hiding, rebuilding, readying, for a single co-ordinated strike to make sure *no-one could ever attack them again*.
They dropped a messaging beacon on the world that had birthed the Galactic council.
"This attack was unsanctioned, we hope you hold no grudges". Just as the council had said, a thousand years before. | "Just 5 years before Terran ambassadors arrived on Keplar 9 for the annual galactic summit, around 46% of Terra's population was annihilated in a, by galactic standards, military grade plasma ray attack. This devastated the population and left them unable to find food and shelter as at least half of all the water where the impact of the plasma ray hit evaporated and was consequently stolen by the unknown alien ships" Ka'lar said as he read out the document his boss assigned him to "study" when what he really meant was "do it instead of me".
But Ka'lar was already used to doing everyone's work and he did not mind as he didn't have anything else to do.
This document was information on the newly accepted members of the galactic council and the species they were going to meet in 2 months.
"Sir, we have detected Terran-style ships approaching but with no official insignia on them" Ka'lar got startled by the sudden noise and dropped his coffee, the new beverage that became extremely popular after Terra started exporting it.
"Why would there be no official insignia if they are recognized by the galactic council?"
"I do not know, Commander Ka'lar." "Establish contact and ask on what business they are here for, the Terrans should arrive in about 2 months time, it's too early for them to be here"
Private Eret pressed a button on the control desk, but the machine did not turn on. "This stupid thing, we really need new replacements for this crack-shack of a ship" Private Eret said as he hit the machine a couple times until it whirred to life and displayed a sickly white screen with some writing on it that looked more pixelated than an old DS game.
Suddenly, the screen turned a blackish green colour as text on the screen said "signal error, please check your connection" "Damn this stupid thin-" Private Eret said as he felt the most sharp searing pain he had ever felt as if his entire body was on fire. The Terrans had fired some sort of radiation ray, but fortunately for him, the control room was the furthest from the radiation ray and the Terran ship was pretty far away from the ship, meaning he was extremely lucky to survive.
"Stand down and lower your weapons."
"We have killed 50% of your staff and heavily injured the other half. Stand down and we will send medical help as we are not as barbaric as the galactic council and can clearly see that you are only partly to blame, given the fact that 5 years ago, you were close enough to Terra passing through the solar system that you could have offered aid"
Ka'lar blinked as he looked at Private Eret who's entire body was covered in burns. His species was more susceptible to radiation because of their naturally weak home star that spewed out less radiation than most average star systems.
"I repeat, stand down and lower your weapons"
Ka'lar ordered the remaining staff to stand down and wait for medical attention, but he wasn't so sure as to whether or not the Terrans would fulfill their promise.
"2 of your representatives, preferably a captain and a commander, will be allowed to board our ship so we can discuss all of *this*" Ka'lar was hesitant to agree to board the ship but his Captain, being the coward that he is, went with the humans almost instantly because he knew, that such a large ship would be able to fire another shot, and this time would kill the remaining 50% of the injured staff. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | Fourteen billions Manukrians wiped out in a single blast from the human bomb. The unimaginable force of the bomb dropped on the center of the Manukri planet vaporized it in less than a second. The shockwave traveled through the entire Fifth Colony, pushing six planets and four moons off their rotating axis. The light from the explosion was so bright, it temporarily blinded nearly two billions United Galactic citizens in its immediate vicinity. Distress signal was soon rang throughout every corners of the Fifth Colony. Sound of pain and fear filled every communicating channels, so much so that High Command had to shut the system off completely and rebooted on a secured line. Government and private starships from neighboring planets all took flight in a frantic madness shortly after. Most made out in one piece, but some crashed into eachother in desperate attempts to escape. Rescue forces tried their best to help with the evacuation process, but they were helpless against the unfolding horror. High Command's office could do nothing. They stood in silence, watching the massacre through their main monitor. They have never seen this before. This could possibly the biggest declaration of war they have ever received.
"Generals, the Humankind force is attempting to make contact. They want to talk."
Talk? The High Command generals were confused. Humandkind just destroyed an entire species and now they wanted to talk? What could we possibly talk about? Nevertheless, the generals agreed to take the call. A human face appeared on the holo post.
"Who are you?" One general asked.
"My name is Charles Oppenheimer. I am the Commander of the Humankind forces, and the one responsible for the attack that you all are witnessing." The human replied through the translator device, coldly.
"Why are you doing this? What have we done to you to warrant this kind of attack?" Another general questioned with an anger-filled voice.
"What have you done?" The Humankind Commander responded. "Eighty six years ago, your army destroyed Earth. One single bomb dropped by one of your ships. Half of our planet was scorched two-mile deep. The other half was covered in a blanket of radiation and smoke. Seven billions soul perished. That is what you did."
The generals were once again confused. What attack? High Command has not sanctioned any attack against a non-United Galactic entity in nearly two hundred years. What is this human talking about?
"He is talking about the Klee Corps attack." The High Command's Secretary spoke.
"Klee Corps? How? They were disbanded and outlawed long ago!"
"This was an illegal attack, led by Klee's Chief Andrx in hope of searching for Cortanium. Andrx was arrested and executed soon after we learned of the tragedy. I didn't inform High Command about this matter."
"You kept this from us? Why?!"
"The reason none of you know about this was because I did not think the Humankind forces were capable of retaliation."
"I don't think you notice, Secretary, because they just demonstrated to us that they are capable!"
"I understand, sir, but..."
"Enough!" A thunderous voice rang out. Oncrus, the Chief General of the High Command stood up, limbs tensed. They turned to the holo post. "Commander Oppenheimer, the Klee Corps' attack was unsanctioned, committed by a rogue agent of a now disbanded mining corporation. This individual was dealt with accordingly."
"Where is the body?" Oppenheimer asked.
"Excuse me? The body?"
"The body of the individual that committed this atrocious act against our people, where is it?"
"We buried the body. On an unknown planet far away from here." Oncrus hesistantly answered. The Secretary looked at the general, knowing it was a lie. No one knew where Andrx's body was.
"I want to see it. The body."
"Please, we don't know where it is now. The planet is an unmarked one, and to find the body is impossible."
"Fine. Then prepared for the next bomb." Oppenheimer replied.
Fear washed through the High Command office.
"Please stop this madness, Commander. What happened to your race does not mean you can act against us in such a destructive and reckless manner. Fourteen billions citizens was just killed by your bomb. That alone warrants retaliation in the form of an all-out war. You do not want a war with us, do you?" Oncrus tried to reason.
"The Humankind forces have been ready for war the moment we finished burying our dead. Our blood was spilled. Our families broken apart. Our planet forever gone. Our race will never have a home, or will we ever know peace. Your so-called rogue agent made sure of it. So until you can produce a reason why we should stop, our bombs will continue to rain, once a day until there is no more United Galactic or whatever you call yourself. Good day."
Before Oncrus could say anything, Oppenheimer dropped the call. The Chief General sat down, trying to figure out what to do next. One bomb a day, everyday. Until there is no more United Galactic.
"Wha...what now?" Someone asked.
Oncrus sat quietly, unsure of what to say.
Note: Sorry for any grammar mistake, I typed this a little too hastily I think. | "Just 5 years before Terran ambassadors arrived on Keplar 9 for the annual galactic summit, around 46% of Terra's population was annihilated in a, by galactic standards, military grade plasma ray attack. This devastated the population and left them unable to find food and shelter as at least half of all the water where the impact of the plasma ray hit evaporated and was consequently stolen by the unknown alien ships" Ka'lar said as he read out the document his boss assigned him to "study" when what he really meant was "do it instead of me".
But Ka'lar was already used to doing everyone's work and he did not mind as he didn't have anything else to do.
This document was information on the newly accepted members of the galactic council and the species they were going to meet in 2 months.
"Sir, we have detected Terran-style ships approaching but with no official insignia on them" Ka'lar got startled by the sudden noise and dropped his coffee, the new beverage that became extremely popular after Terra started exporting it.
"Why would there be no official insignia if they are recognized by the galactic council?"
"I do not know, Commander Ka'lar." "Establish contact and ask on what business they are here for, the Terrans should arrive in about 2 months time, it's too early for them to be here"
Private Eret pressed a button on the control desk, but the machine did not turn on. "This stupid thing, we really need new replacements for this crack-shack of a ship" Private Eret said as he hit the machine a couple times until it whirred to life and displayed a sickly white screen with some writing on it that looked more pixelated than an old DS game.
Suddenly, the screen turned a blackish green colour as text on the screen said "signal error, please check your connection" "Damn this stupid thin-" Private Eret said as he felt the most sharp searing pain he had ever felt as if his entire body was on fire. The Terrans had fired some sort of radiation ray, but fortunately for him, the control room was the furthest from the radiation ray and the Terran ship was pretty far away from the ship, meaning he was extremely lucky to survive.
"Stand down and lower your weapons."
"We have killed 50% of your staff and heavily injured the other half. Stand down and we will send medical help as we are not as barbaric as the galactic council and can clearly see that you are only partly to blame, given the fact that 5 years ago, you were close enough to Terra passing through the solar system that you could have offered aid"
Ka'lar blinked as he looked at Private Eret who's entire body was covered in burns. His species was more susceptible to radiation because of their naturally weak home star that spewed out less radiation than most average star systems.
"I repeat, stand down and lower your weapons"
Ka'lar ordered the remaining staff to stand down and wait for medical attention, but he wasn't so sure as to whether or not the Terrans would fulfill their promise.
"2 of your representatives, preferably a captain and a commander, will be allowed to board our ship so we can discuss all of *this*" Ka'lar was hesitant to agree to board the ship but his Captain, being the coward that he is, went with the humans almost instantly because he knew, that such a large ship would be able to fire another shot, and this time would kill the remaining 50% of the injured staff. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | <BY ANTI-COLLABORATION MEASURE 3, SECTION 5, PARAGRAPH B, ISSUED BY THE UN EMERGENCY COUNCIL ON DECEMBER 5TH, 2076, YOU ARE ALLOWED FIVE MINUETS OF COMMUNICATION WITH THIS VESSEL BEFORE WE WILL EXTERMINATE YOU LIKE THE SCUM THAT YOU ARE.> The floating hulk blasted at the embassy craft. It was an empty threat. Mostly. While it certainly possessed enough power to rend our small craft limb from limb, our own advanced hyper-drive rendered it powerless to pursue us. All the same, I couldn't help but feel a wave of trepidation at its pronouncement. Unidentified Species 274 had arrived in the Outer Reach seemingly overnight, and official Federation resources were still being scrambled to deal with them.
While they had not yet directly targeted any inhabited worlds, 274 had waged a massive piratical campaign, targeting mining stations and ore freighters en mass. Their basic understanding of our rapid response tactics, plus their blatantly copied, if outdated, weaponry, made it so that current policy regarding them was to treat them as a foreign-backed uplifted primitive, fueled more by zeal than anything else.
However, listening to the long string of regulations proceeding this informal first contact, I could not bring myself to listen to my Colleges assumptions.
Checking the timer I had set up on the right, I saw that a precious minute had already passed. feeling the pressure for time, I opened my hailing frequency and responded, hoping to get the data I needed to prove my hypothesis.
"For what reason was your emergency council called? and why was there a need to implement anti-collaboration measures?" I called out, only to be responded to seconds later by the warship.
<THE COUNCIL WAS CREATED ON THE 3RD OF OCTOBER, 2073, IN RESPONSE TO YOUR ATTACK ON OUR HOME WORLD. THE ANTI-COLLABORATION MEASURES WERE CREATED TO ENSURE THAT YOU WOULD NOT RETURN.>
Unconsciously, I began to rub my horns, feeling a lot less confident. The facts were simple- an attack on their home world had driven 274 to its current xenophobia- but it still lacked a culprit. reeling, I tried to push forward.
"how many years ago was this?"
<THE CURRENT YEAR IS 2267, 194 YEARS SINCE YOU BASTARDS CAME TO OUR HOME.>
Shit. I had the picture, I just needed to confirm it, but time was running out. I pulled up my ships logs frantically, searching for potential culprits active 194 years ago. My pupils Dilated as I looked at the list. On it were only three possibilities: The Craydon Hive, only destroyed 30 years prior, but on the other side of the galaxy, The Chislevites, a reactionary force dedicated to halting space exploration, but well-known for their sanctification of primitive worlds, and the Anahika Leagues, Rouge Mining Oligarchs that had ruthlessly exploited the outer reach of its minerals for years before being crushed in the Federation courts. The choice seemed clear, but I privately hoped it would be any other option. The Leagues had been pioneers of core-breaker techniques- using high-power mining equipment to shatter worlds to drink their molten cores- and if they had targeted 274-
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"One last question." I cried out, sweating slightly. "Could we acquire a list of the effects of the invasion of your home world? for our own edification."
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"Engage Hyperdrive!" I screeched, pulling back as the Battleships main cannon began to charge. For a single, heart-stopping moment, I saw our shield start to drain the power banks as the edge of the blast caught us, but we were out. I sank back in my chair, and looked at the file I had risked my life for with dread.
What kind of species could survive even the initial stages of core-breaking. What kind of species could even win in that scenario? | "Just 5 years before Terran ambassadors arrived on Keplar 9 for the annual galactic summit, around 46% of Terra's population was annihilated in a, by galactic standards, military grade plasma ray attack. This devastated the population and left them unable to find food and shelter as at least half of all the water where the impact of the plasma ray hit evaporated and was consequently stolen by the unknown alien ships" Ka'lar said as he read out the document his boss assigned him to "study" when what he really meant was "do it instead of me".
But Ka'lar was already used to doing everyone's work and he did not mind as he didn't have anything else to do.
This document was information on the newly accepted members of the galactic council and the species they were going to meet in 2 months.
"Sir, we have detected Terran-style ships approaching but with no official insignia on them" Ka'lar got startled by the sudden noise and dropped his coffee, the new beverage that became extremely popular after Terra started exporting it.
"Why would there be no official insignia if they are recognized by the galactic council?"
"I do not know, Commander Ka'lar." "Establish contact and ask on what business they are here for, the Terrans should arrive in about 2 months time, it's too early for them to be here"
Private Eret pressed a button on the control desk, but the machine did not turn on. "This stupid thing, we really need new replacements for this crack-shack of a ship" Private Eret said as he hit the machine a couple times until it whirred to life and displayed a sickly white screen with some writing on it that looked more pixelated than an old DS game.
Suddenly, the screen turned a blackish green colour as text on the screen said "signal error, please check your connection" "Damn this stupid thin-" Private Eret said as he felt the most sharp searing pain he had ever felt as if his entire body was on fire. The Terrans had fired some sort of radiation ray, but fortunately for him, the control room was the furthest from the radiation ray and the Terran ship was pretty far away from the ship, meaning he was extremely lucky to survive.
"Stand down and lower your weapons."
"We have killed 50% of your staff and heavily injured the other half. Stand down and we will send medical help as we are not as barbaric as the galactic council and can clearly see that you are only partly to blame, given the fact that 5 years ago, you were close enough to Terra passing through the solar system that you could have offered aid"
Ka'lar blinked as he looked at Private Eret who's entire body was covered in burns. His species was more susceptible to radiation because of their naturally weak home star that spewed out less radiation than most average star systems.
"I repeat, stand down and lower your weapons"
Ka'lar ordered the remaining staff to stand down and wait for medical attention, but he wasn't so sure as to whether or not the Terrans would fulfill their promise.
"2 of your representatives, preferably a captain and a commander, will be allowed to board our ship so we can discuss all of *this*" Ka'lar was hesitant to agree to board the ship but his Captain, being the coward that he is, went with the humans almost instantly because he knew, that such a large ship would be able to fire another shot, and this time would kill the remaining 50% of the injured staff. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | "It's a virus"
"What do you mean"
"It's a computer virus, it is a small computer program that enters a system and destroys it from the inside".
"That's ridiculous, the hegemony has had computers for 3,400 years and no species has ever created software designed to destroy them. It is suicide. Computers run outside support, medical regen facilities, defense command, financial services. no sane being would create something that destroys the only thing that keeps is from living like animals. What if it gets into the climate control system. Are we going to have weather again? That's ridiculous."
"What do you mean if? It's in the system. Frongline is being hit with hurricanes. I had to look up the word for that. It is a massive low pressure storm. The entire coast is under water."
"Has the ship that sent the communication sent any demands?"
"Only one,. They have requested the heads of everyone who works for the Thran Mining Consortium. Everyone. From the Board of Directors to the drilling apprentices. Not only the ones involved with the 'unpleasantness' on their home planet. They want everyone. They provided a list. Their 'hackers" didn't even stop when our system warned them that accessing that information was illegal"
"And that's what they require to stop this unsanctioned attack?"
"No, that is what they require before they will accept our unconditional surrender". | "Just 5 years before Terran ambassadors arrived on Keplar 9 for the annual galactic summit, around 46% of Terra's population was annihilated in a, by galactic standards, military grade plasma ray attack. This devastated the population and left them unable to find food and shelter as at least half of all the water where the impact of the plasma ray hit evaporated and was consequently stolen by the unknown alien ships" Ka'lar said as he read out the document his boss assigned him to "study" when what he really meant was "do it instead of me".
But Ka'lar was already used to doing everyone's work and he did not mind as he didn't have anything else to do.
This document was information on the newly accepted members of the galactic council and the species they were going to meet in 2 months.
"Sir, we have detected Terran-style ships approaching but with no official insignia on them" Ka'lar got startled by the sudden noise and dropped his coffee, the new beverage that became extremely popular after Terra started exporting it.
"Why would there be no official insignia if they are recognized by the galactic council?"
"I do not know, Commander Ka'lar." "Establish contact and ask on what business they are here for, the Terrans should arrive in about 2 months time, it's too early for them to be here"
Private Eret pressed a button on the control desk, but the machine did not turn on. "This stupid thing, we really need new replacements for this crack-shack of a ship" Private Eret said as he hit the machine a couple times until it whirred to life and displayed a sickly white screen with some writing on it that looked more pixelated than an old DS game.
Suddenly, the screen turned a blackish green colour as text on the screen said "signal error, please check your connection" "Damn this stupid thin-" Private Eret said as he felt the most sharp searing pain he had ever felt as if his entire body was on fire. The Terrans had fired some sort of radiation ray, but fortunately for him, the control room was the furthest from the radiation ray and the Terran ship was pretty far away from the ship, meaning he was extremely lucky to survive.
"Stand down and lower your weapons."
"We have killed 50% of your staff and heavily injured the other half. Stand down and we will send medical help as we are not as barbaric as the galactic council and can clearly see that you are only partly to blame, given the fact that 5 years ago, you were close enough to Terra passing through the solar system that you could have offered aid"
Ka'lar blinked as he looked at Private Eret who's entire body was covered in burns. His species was more susceptible to radiation because of their naturally weak home star that spewed out less radiation than most average star systems.
"I repeat, stand down and lower your weapons"
Ka'lar ordered the remaining staff to stand down and wait for medical attention, but he wasn't so sure as to whether or not the Terrans would fulfill their promise.
"2 of your representatives, preferably a captain and a commander, will be allowed to board our ship so we can discuss all of *this*" Ka'lar was hesitant to agree to board the ship but his Captain, being the coward that he is, went with the humans almost instantly because he knew, that such a large ship would be able to fire another shot, and this time would kill the remaining 50% of the injured staff. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | \-"This is preposterous!"
This was the only clearly audible response, the chaos erupting in the Councill's Halls drowned out everything else. Every race wanted to express their discontent at the same time, creating an unprecedented cacaphony of yelling, hollering, screeching and howling. The only silent figure amidst the sea of flaring tempers was a lone human, slowly drumming his fingers of his podium. A new observer would easily mistake his lack of reaction for a lack of anger - but his eyes told a different story. Cold and full of contempt. As the seconds grew longer without the noise settling down, he slowly furred his browns, before reaching behind his uniform.
The dull, thunderous bang deafened everyone. They all froze in shock, not sure which one of them would drop dead, before realizing this was but a warning shot. Their next thoughts were of confusion: how did the human smuggle a gauss pistol inside the chamber? They underestimated the fury of humanity, and the fruits it would bear. Modular gauss pistols that were easily disassembled into inconspicous parts were not projected to be feasable for the next decade, but humanity has accelerated the clock.
\-"Preposterous? Unfair? Let me tell this council the meaning of those words"
The lone human started talking, slowly lowering his weapon, but not letting go of it.
\-"8 years ago when the Qwell appeared, you did nothing. 5 years ago when humanity was attacked, you did nothing. You sat and watched from your cushioned seats as they overrun our solar system like a swarm of locusts, as we barely managed to stop them at Luna. This council did NOTHING!"
The anger and hatred in the last shouted word was tangible. When the councillors read reports of the war, they were dismissed, the calls, no the begs for assistance ignored. It took them being at gunpoint of a scientific marvel, wielded by someone who was fueled by the hatred of an entire race, to realize just how wrong they were.
\-"This council is responsible for allowing a genocide to happen. This council thinking it can suddenly grow a conscience is preposterous. Now, the council has two options before it. The council can remain *fair*, keep sitting on its ass as we will have our revenge, and do nothing as it always have. Or the council can try to interfere. This will not change the result: the redirected asteroids will destroy every Qwell planet in their home system. The only thing it will change is I will execute each and every one of its members as war criminals.
Thinking that you can selectively enforce your rules preposterous. Trying to do so is unfair. Now decide."
The human raised his pistol, waiting for any of the councillors to utter a word of defiance. They all remained silent. | "I'm sorry but our translator is having difficulties with your hierarchical organisation. What is a high priest?"
The Pope looked at the alien and paused. Surely they had made themselves plain by now?
"Xerce, Admiral Xerce. A priest is a warrior of undying faith to the Cardinals of the Pope. That would be me. I am second only to God"
Xerce blew a little air from his side nostrils, confused. he turned to his second in command, another blue reptillian and shook his head, a sign of further confusion. His companion had no answer to the humans further confusing statements.
"If you are second to this 'God', then I think it might be better to negotiate with them directly. You have attacked a neighbouring planet with most lethal force, an unwarranted attack."
Pope Julian stood up and his face reddened. "Unwarranted?"
"It has been explained that the mining company from Untilles 4 had no official warrant to develop your world into a mine. It was a tragic error. Your population was not eradicated, happily."
Julian remained standing, and felt for his beads. Each one represented a million deaths from Earth, and he touched them all. Thousands of beads, all obsidian black.
"You want to talk to God? You will meet soon enough." The smile on Julian's face was misinterpreted by the aliens. The council chamber in which they stood was setup like a horeshoe, with the main council facing the single chair placed at the focal point of the room, and each representative special given a seat in the stands beyond.
"Good, good. When can a meeting be prepared with God?"
"It has been arranged for more than a decade now." Further confused looks from the council towards this human negotiator. Xerce had tried to be polite, but it seemed the meeting had come to a close.
"Well until the next meeting then."
"No."
The finality of that single word galvanised the council to attention.
"We don't understand you, Pope", Xerce said.
"I know. We have studied you, and your council, and your deviant species. Since you came to our world..."
"... the mining company...." Xerce interjected, but Julian continued.
"Since you came to our world two hundred years ago, you left a handful of people alive. We waded in the stench of death, the pile of corpses. But we rose from the ashes, priests leading the way, the Cardinals finding faith in the vacuum energy research to bring us closer to God. Your primitive worlds never did hear the word of God, but we heard it. We recognised it. We have been working. Working to become one with God. We are going to unite with all that we loved, all that we lost. WE WILL BE WHOLE ONCE MORE AND YOU THE INFIDEL ALIENS WILL FEEL THE WRATH THAT GOD HAS TO OFFER YOU. NONE SHALL BE SPARED AND NONE SHALL HIDE FROM THE GLORY TO COME!"
Julian was spitting as he shouted his sermon at the council, and when he opened his eyes, wet from tears and looked at them all, the whole rage of humanity was within him. He sat down.
"We discovered a way to create a null Universe about ten years ago, and since then we have been constructing the device. Today will be the last day for any of you."
Xerce was trying the understand. These humans, who haven't negotiated in good faith in fourteen hundred cycles, now wanted to talk. He had no idea what a Cardinal or a Pope or a God was. They talked in riddles, stupid creatures. Null Universe?
"I apologise but what is a null Universe device?"
Julian smiled, but the smile was only in his mouth.
"We are going to kill this fetid Universe. Every shred of spacetime will be ripped up and sent to his glorious majesty, the ever existing God of all!"
"That's preposterous. Who is this God?"
"God. We pray to God, and he has shown us the way."
Xerce, as well as every being in the galactic council, could not conceive of a God. Religion was a truly unique phenomenon of Earth. Fading away by the 22nd century it was all but gone, but after the Earth was ripped apart, leaving barely a hundred thousand humans alive it became the only means of survival. Every human devoted, each with a singular purpose. The glory of God. Every Pope, handing down a message to the next. Kill the Godless. There was only one way to complete this task, truly, for all eternity, to complete the ultimate Glory of God's will. Humanity had suffered. More than any had suffered, but it would soon be over. God would save them all, the devout, the devoted.
"Even if you could destroy a Universe, and you can't, you'd be killing yourselves. There's no reason to, not even the insane would destroy themselves. A ridiculous empty threat really."
"WE will live on beyond this Universe, and be one with Holy God!"
Xerce began to understand a little. These humans thought that they would live, AFTER death? Nonsense, surely. A joke? It was hard to believe. He had never heard of such an idea. No-one had.
"Come now Pope. This is nonsense. I'm not sure that this meeting is serving any purpose," the alien still misunderstanding the name and title of this human, this only human who had come before the council. The only reason he had allowed this meeting to take place was because of the vicious attack by the humans on a trade convoy near their world three cycles ago. More than ten thousand killed, males, females, inters, children, third-children alike. All slaughtered. It couldn't be allowed to lead into a larger scale offensive. This small, broken tiny world must be made to see reason, or be controlled.
Pope Julian XI sighed, and looked across the entire chamber, then down at his watch. When he spoke he spoke softly. He was talking only to himself.
"I agree. The glory of God will be known only unto us. We are all happy to be moving unto Him, and he will accept us with open arms. You will be swept aside."
An alarm sounded outside. A long range sensor net had discovered stars winking out one by one, spreading out from The fringe sector, roughly where Earth was located. The light would catch up soon enough and the black void approaching would be visible to the eye.
The last human in existence stood, humbled before God, and walked two steps to then kneel on the floor, praying before the wave of destruction hit, before his God. It would only be a few seconds now.
The council and aliens beyond were mixed, some stood, some sat, some discussing this truly strange creature before them, and none believed a word they had heard. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | \-"This is preposterous!"
This was the only clearly audible response, the chaos erupting in the Councill's Halls drowned out everything else. Every race wanted to express their discontent at the same time, creating an unprecedented cacaphony of yelling, hollering, screeching and howling. The only silent figure amidst the sea of flaring tempers was a lone human, slowly drumming his fingers of his podium. A new observer would easily mistake his lack of reaction for a lack of anger - but his eyes told a different story. Cold and full of contempt. As the seconds grew longer without the noise settling down, he slowly furred his browns, before reaching behind his uniform.
The dull, thunderous bang deafened everyone. They all froze in shock, not sure which one of them would drop dead, before realizing this was but a warning shot. Their next thoughts were of confusion: how did the human smuggle a gauss pistol inside the chamber? They underestimated the fury of humanity, and the fruits it would bear. Modular gauss pistols that were easily disassembled into inconspicous parts were not projected to be feasable for the next decade, but humanity has accelerated the clock.
\-"Preposterous? Unfair? Let me tell this council the meaning of those words"
The lone human started talking, slowly lowering his weapon, but not letting go of it.
\-"8 years ago when the Qwell appeared, you did nothing. 5 years ago when humanity was attacked, you did nothing. You sat and watched from your cushioned seats as they overrun our solar system like a swarm of locusts, as we barely managed to stop them at Luna. This council did NOTHING!"
The anger and hatred in the last shouted word was tangible. When the councillors read reports of the war, they were dismissed, the calls, no the begs for assistance ignored. It took them being at gunpoint of a scientific marvel, wielded by someone who was fueled by the hatred of an entire race, to realize just how wrong they were.
\-"This council is responsible for allowing a genocide to happen. This council thinking it can suddenly grow a conscience is preposterous. Now, the council has two options before it. The council can remain *fair*, keep sitting on its ass as we will have our revenge, and do nothing as it always have. Or the council can try to interfere. This will not change the result: the redirected asteroids will destroy every Qwell planet in their home system. The only thing it will change is I will execute each and every one of its members as war criminals.
Thinking that you can selectively enforce your rules preposterous. Trying to do so is unfair. Now decide."
The human raised his pistol, waiting for any of the councillors to utter a word of defiance. They all remained silent. | “All rise. The Intergalactic Federal court is now in session. High Judicial Archon Irk’nCzrwyon presiding. Please be seated and come to order.” A being of nebula, serves as the bailiff, towering in its enormity vibrates sounds and light as they were being translated to the floating balcony’s desk, where seven humans are seated.
The eternity were filled by elder gods, cosmic celestials, ethereal beings and ancient deities, all were in their overwhelming presence and glory eclipsing the enormity of the planets we considered the largest we could ever fathom, gathered as spectators of the trial.
“Criminal case filed by the prosecutor’s office against the humans of planet Aran’k-sakratin, known to its inhabitants as planet Earth. Counselor? How do you plead?” The entity of three pairs of burning wings spanning in immeasurable size in the most high pedestal in the skies, thunders before the human man in the middle of the seven.
“Not guilty, your honor!” Shouted the man.
“Your honor, these humans have killed thousands of the Tharn’likans after they started mining in the Aran’k-sakratin! A planet legally owned by the Tharn’likans through inheritance. It has been with the Tharn’likans for trillions of aeons. These low life parasitic species who infested the planet have become uncontrollable invaders of the planet and acting they own it!” A being of black void with trillions of small sparkling glitters scattered to its shapeless existence, vibrated towards the High Judicial Archon, which were being translated into words for the humans.
“Objection! Speculating.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Unless you have evidence, prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l that the humans are parasitic species, you must redirect.” The High Judicial Archon thunders.
“I have evidence, your honor. Exhibit A, these are the actual visual documents that shows, that the humans are the parasites to the planet Aran’k-sakratin.” A cloud of burning gasses come together to create a 3D visualization of the human’s exploits of the Earth. “As you have witnessed, your honor, it just 10,000 years, these parasites manage to destroy the natural balance of the planet’s atmosphere and create global warming that can occur naturally for millions of years.”
“That’s is not true, your honor. We have not destroyed our planet as it is the only planet where our specie can thrive! Why would we want to destroy the only place that gives us life?” The human lawyer interjected.
“Because they are parasites! Parasites are ought to kill their host slowly to survive. Isn’t that what they are doing?” The prosecutor asked.
“And what the Tharn’likans were doing is not destroying our planet?” The human councilor asked back.
“The Tharn’likans were just mining molten irons from the planet Aran’k-sakratin as what part of their rights in owning the planet. By expediting the warming of the planet, it also expedites the melting of iron in its immediate outer core. Threatening the balance in the mining industry of our galaxy! Not to mention the merciless massacre of the innocent Tharn’likan miners who have no idea, these low life creates are capable of mass destruction!”
“Your honor, i request that the prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l must refrain from calling our specie as low life specie as we are also capable of sentience! And to be allowed to represent ourselves in this court acknowledges us as such.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l, please refrain from using that term in the future.”
“Your honor! I continue to call their specie low life creatures, because even though they are showing signs of sentience, they are categorized as parasitic creatures based on their environmental and evolutionary behavior towards their ecological environment.”
“Councilor, the prosecutor is correct. He has reasons to use the term as the evidences they serve categorizes your specie as a sentient parasite, and that is the lowest category in the intergalactic federation racial hierarchy. Unless, you have evidence to counter the prosecutions allegations against your specie, they have the upper-hand in this case.” The High Judicial Archon said.
“We would like to request for a recess, your honor.” The human lawyer requested.
“It looks like you really needed one. The court will be in recess and resume in three solar cycles of the Planet Aran’k-sakratin. If the defendant can not provide counter argument on the next session, I will read my verdict. ” The High Judicial Archon opened its third wings and a loud banging echoed in the eternity and all were gone.
“We’re screwed!” The second chair of the human lawyer whispered. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | At the Peace Talks between Humanity and the Galactic Government, the President of Humanity called their ridiculous lie by showing them irrefutable video evidence of the attack. Battleships with the galactic insignia demolished cityscapes, leaving a hellfire that made the US invasion of Vietnam look like a picnic. Humanity remained furious, throwing bottles and bombs at Alien government officials.
The galactic government asked what it could do to make amends. The President simply replied that nothing would do, except the heads of every war criminal who murdered 5 billion+ people. To no one’s surprise, the Galactic government scoffed, and abruptly left the meeting.
No one expected these talks to work, nor for the lies to be forgiven. The fact they were so brazen about them despite every bit of proof shows they care little for the truth. So long as they can dominate planets, they’ll tell whatever stories they want their victims to hear. In order for Humanity to continue the fight, they must remember who their true enemies are.
Negotiations are always open anytime the Galactic government gets serious about creating a just future, not a negative peace. | “All rise. The Intergalactic Federal court is now in session. High Judicial Archon Irk’nCzrwyon presiding. Please be seated and come to order.” A being of nebula, serves as the bailiff, towering in its enormity vibrates sounds and light as they were being translated to the floating balcony’s desk, where seven humans are seated.
The eternity were filled by elder gods, cosmic celestials, ethereal beings and ancient deities, all were in their overwhelming presence and glory eclipsing the enormity of the planets we considered the largest we could ever fathom, gathered as spectators of the trial.
“Criminal case filed by the prosecutor’s office against the humans of planet Aran’k-sakratin, known to its inhabitants as planet Earth. Counselor? How do you plead?” The entity of three pairs of burning wings spanning in immeasurable size in the most high pedestal in the skies, thunders before the human man in the middle of the seven.
“Not guilty, your honor!” Shouted the man.
“Your honor, these humans have killed thousands of the Tharn’likans after they started mining in the Aran’k-sakratin! A planet legally owned by the Tharn’likans through inheritance. It has been with the Tharn’likans for trillions of aeons. These low life parasitic species who infested the planet have become uncontrollable invaders of the planet and acting they own it!” A being of black void with trillions of small sparkling glitters scattered to its shapeless existence, vibrated towards the High Judicial Archon, which were being translated into words for the humans.
“Objection! Speculating.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Unless you have evidence, prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l that the humans are parasitic species, you must redirect.” The High Judicial Archon thunders.
“I have evidence, your honor. Exhibit A, these are the actual visual documents that shows, that the humans are the parasites to the planet Aran’k-sakratin.” A cloud of burning gasses come together to create a 3D visualization of the human’s exploits of the Earth. “As you have witnessed, your honor, it just 10,000 years, these parasites manage to destroy the natural balance of the planet’s atmosphere and create global warming that can occur naturally for millions of years.”
“That’s is not true, your honor. We have not destroyed our planet as it is the only planet where our specie can thrive! Why would we want to destroy the only place that gives us life?” The human lawyer interjected.
“Because they are parasites! Parasites are ought to kill their host slowly to survive. Isn’t that what they are doing?” The prosecutor asked.
“And what the Tharn’likans were doing is not destroying our planet?” The human councilor asked back.
“The Tharn’likans were just mining molten irons from the planet Aran’k-sakratin as what part of their rights in owning the planet. By expediting the warming of the planet, it also expedites the melting of iron in its immediate outer core. Threatening the balance in the mining industry of our galaxy! Not to mention the merciless massacre of the innocent Tharn’likan miners who have no idea, these low life creates are capable of mass destruction!”
“Your honor, i request that the prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l must refrain from calling our specie as low life specie as we are also capable of sentience! And to be allowed to represent ourselves in this court acknowledges us as such.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l, please refrain from using that term in the future.”
“Your honor! I continue to call their specie low life creatures, because even though they are showing signs of sentience, they are categorized as parasitic creatures based on their environmental and evolutionary behavior towards their ecological environment.”
“Councilor, the prosecutor is correct. He has reasons to use the term as the evidences they serve categorizes your specie as a sentient parasite, and that is the lowest category in the intergalactic federation racial hierarchy. Unless, you have evidence to counter the prosecutions allegations against your specie, they have the upper-hand in this case.” The High Judicial Archon said.
“We would like to request for a recess, your honor.” The human lawyer requested.
“It looks like you really needed one. The court will be in recess and resume in three solar cycles of the Planet Aran’k-sakratin. If the defendant can not provide counter argument on the next session, I will read my verdict. ” The High Judicial Archon opened its third wings and a loud banging echoed in the eternity and all were gone.
“We’re screwed!” The second chair of the human lawyer whispered. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | They called them the swarm. They came from the darkness and rained fire down on our worlds. All of our worlds. Tens, of thousands *of thousands* of worlds. The weapons they used were considered war crimes by council members, but after the bombardment, who was left to complain?....
Those few that did survive, on the burning husks of worlds turned to glass, watched the humans withdraw.
Revenge was a dish best served cold. Humanity had spent a thousand years hiding, rebuilding, readying, for a single co-ordinated strike to make sure *no-one could ever attack them again*.
They dropped a messaging beacon on the world that had birthed the Galactic council.
"This attack was unsanctioned, we hope you hold no grudges". Just as the council had said, a thousand years before. | “All rise. The Intergalactic Federal court is now in session. High Judicial Archon Irk’nCzrwyon presiding. Please be seated and come to order.” A being of nebula, serves as the bailiff, towering in its enormity vibrates sounds and light as they were being translated to the floating balcony’s desk, where seven humans are seated.
The eternity were filled by elder gods, cosmic celestials, ethereal beings and ancient deities, all were in their overwhelming presence and glory eclipsing the enormity of the planets we considered the largest we could ever fathom, gathered as spectators of the trial.
“Criminal case filed by the prosecutor’s office against the humans of planet Aran’k-sakratin, known to its inhabitants as planet Earth. Counselor? How do you plead?” The entity of three pairs of burning wings spanning in immeasurable size in the most high pedestal in the skies, thunders before the human man in the middle of the seven.
“Not guilty, your honor!” Shouted the man.
“Your honor, these humans have killed thousands of the Tharn’likans after they started mining in the Aran’k-sakratin! A planet legally owned by the Tharn’likans through inheritance. It has been with the Tharn’likans for trillions of aeons. These low life parasitic species who infested the planet have become uncontrollable invaders of the planet and acting they own it!” A being of black void with trillions of small sparkling glitters scattered to its shapeless existence, vibrated towards the High Judicial Archon, which were being translated into words for the humans.
“Objection! Speculating.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Unless you have evidence, prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l that the humans are parasitic species, you must redirect.” The High Judicial Archon thunders.
“I have evidence, your honor. Exhibit A, these are the actual visual documents that shows, that the humans are the parasites to the planet Aran’k-sakratin.” A cloud of burning gasses come together to create a 3D visualization of the human’s exploits of the Earth. “As you have witnessed, your honor, it just 10,000 years, these parasites manage to destroy the natural balance of the planet’s atmosphere and create global warming that can occur naturally for millions of years.”
“That’s is not true, your honor. We have not destroyed our planet as it is the only planet where our specie can thrive! Why would we want to destroy the only place that gives us life?” The human lawyer interjected.
“Because they are parasites! Parasites are ought to kill their host slowly to survive. Isn’t that what they are doing?” The prosecutor asked.
“And what the Tharn’likans were doing is not destroying our planet?” The human councilor asked back.
“The Tharn’likans were just mining molten irons from the planet Aran’k-sakratin as what part of their rights in owning the planet. By expediting the warming of the planet, it also expedites the melting of iron in its immediate outer core. Threatening the balance in the mining industry of our galaxy! Not to mention the merciless massacre of the innocent Tharn’likan miners who have no idea, these low life creates are capable of mass destruction!”
“Your honor, i request that the prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l must refrain from calling our specie as low life specie as we are also capable of sentience! And to be allowed to represent ourselves in this court acknowledges us as such.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l, please refrain from using that term in the future.”
“Your honor! I continue to call their specie low life creatures, because even though they are showing signs of sentience, they are categorized as parasitic creatures based on their environmental and evolutionary behavior towards their ecological environment.”
“Councilor, the prosecutor is correct. He has reasons to use the term as the evidences they serve categorizes your specie as a sentient parasite, and that is the lowest category in the intergalactic federation racial hierarchy. Unless, you have evidence to counter the prosecutions allegations against your specie, they have the upper-hand in this case.” The High Judicial Archon said.
“We would like to request for a recess, your honor.” The human lawyer requested.
“It looks like you really needed one. The court will be in recess and resume in three solar cycles of the Planet Aran’k-sakratin. If the defendant can not provide counter argument on the next session, I will read my verdict. ” The High Judicial Archon opened its third wings and a loud banging echoed in the eternity and all were gone.
“We’re screwed!” The second chair of the human lawyer whispered. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | Fourteen billions Manukrians wiped out in a single blast from the human bomb. The unimaginable force of the bomb dropped on the center of the Manukri planet vaporized it in less than a second. The shockwave traveled through the entire Fifth Colony, pushing six planets and four moons off their rotating axis. The light from the explosion was so bright, it temporarily blinded nearly two billions United Galactic citizens in its immediate vicinity. Distress signal was soon rang throughout every corners of the Fifth Colony. Sound of pain and fear filled every communicating channels, so much so that High Command had to shut the system off completely and rebooted on a secured line. Government and private starships from neighboring planets all took flight in a frantic madness shortly after. Most made out in one piece, but some crashed into eachother in desperate attempts to escape. Rescue forces tried their best to help with the evacuation process, but they were helpless against the unfolding horror. High Command's office could do nothing. They stood in silence, watching the massacre through their main monitor. They have never seen this before. This could possibly the biggest declaration of war they have ever received.
"Generals, the Humankind force is attempting to make contact. They want to talk."
Talk? The High Command generals were confused. Humandkind just destroyed an entire species and now they wanted to talk? What could we possibly talk about? Nevertheless, the generals agreed to take the call. A human face appeared on the holo post.
"Who are you?" One general asked.
"My name is Charles Oppenheimer. I am the Commander of the Humankind forces, and the one responsible for the attack that you all are witnessing." The human replied through the translator device, coldly.
"Why are you doing this? What have we done to you to warrant this kind of attack?" Another general questioned with an anger-filled voice.
"What have you done?" The Humankind Commander responded. "Eighty six years ago, your army destroyed Earth. One single bomb dropped by one of your ships. Half of our planet was scorched two-mile deep. The other half was covered in a blanket of radiation and smoke. Seven billions soul perished. That is what you did."
The generals were once again confused. What attack? High Command has not sanctioned any attack against a non-United Galactic entity in nearly two hundred years. What is this human talking about?
"He is talking about the Klee Corps attack." The High Command's Secretary spoke.
"Klee Corps? How? They were disbanded and outlawed long ago!"
"This was an illegal attack, led by Klee's Chief Andrx in hope of searching for Cortanium. Andrx was arrested and executed soon after we learned of the tragedy. I didn't inform High Command about this matter."
"You kept this from us? Why?!"
"The reason none of you know about this was because I did not think the Humankind forces were capable of retaliation."
"I don't think you notice, Secretary, because they just demonstrated to us that they are capable!"
"I understand, sir, but..."
"Enough!" A thunderous voice rang out. Oncrus, the Chief General of the High Command stood up, limbs tensed. They turned to the holo post. "Commander Oppenheimer, the Klee Corps' attack was unsanctioned, committed by a rogue agent of a now disbanded mining corporation. This individual was dealt with accordingly."
"Where is the body?" Oppenheimer asked.
"Excuse me? The body?"
"The body of the individual that committed this atrocious act against our people, where is it?"
"We buried the body. On an unknown planet far away from here." Oncrus hesistantly answered. The Secretary looked at the general, knowing it was a lie. No one knew where Andrx's body was.
"I want to see it. The body."
"Please, we don't know where it is now. The planet is an unmarked one, and to find the body is impossible."
"Fine. Then prepared for the next bomb." Oppenheimer replied.
Fear washed through the High Command office.
"Please stop this madness, Commander. What happened to your race does not mean you can act against us in such a destructive and reckless manner. Fourteen billions citizens was just killed by your bomb. That alone warrants retaliation in the form of an all-out war. You do not want a war with us, do you?" Oncrus tried to reason.
"The Humankind forces have been ready for war the moment we finished burying our dead. Our blood was spilled. Our families broken apart. Our planet forever gone. Our race will never have a home, or will we ever know peace. Your so-called rogue agent made sure of it. So until you can produce a reason why we should stop, our bombs will continue to rain, once a day until there is no more United Galactic or whatever you call yourself. Good day."
Before Oncrus could say anything, Oppenheimer dropped the call. The Chief General sat down, trying to figure out what to do next. One bomb a day, everyday. Until there is no more United Galactic.
"Wha...what now?" Someone asked.
Oncrus sat quietly, unsure of what to say.
Note: Sorry for any grammar mistake, I typed this a little too hastily I think. | “All rise. The Intergalactic Federal court is now in session. High Judicial Archon Irk’nCzrwyon presiding. Please be seated and come to order.” A being of nebula, serves as the bailiff, towering in its enormity vibrates sounds and light as they were being translated to the floating balcony’s desk, where seven humans are seated.
The eternity were filled by elder gods, cosmic celestials, ethereal beings and ancient deities, all were in their overwhelming presence and glory eclipsing the enormity of the planets we considered the largest we could ever fathom, gathered as spectators of the trial.
“Criminal case filed by the prosecutor’s office against the humans of planet Aran’k-sakratin, known to its inhabitants as planet Earth. Counselor? How do you plead?” The entity of three pairs of burning wings spanning in immeasurable size in the most high pedestal in the skies, thunders before the human man in the middle of the seven.
“Not guilty, your honor!” Shouted the man.
“Your honor, these humans have killed thousands of the Tharn’likans after they started mining in the Aran’k-sakratin! A planet legally owned by the Tharn’likans through inheritance. It has been with the Tharn’likans for trillions of aeons. These low life parasitic species who infested the planet have become uncontrollable invaders of the planet and acting they own it!” A being of black void with trillions of small sparkling glitters scattered to its shapeless existence, vibrated towards the High Judicial Archon, which were being translated into words for the humans.
“Objection! Speculating.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Unless you have evidence, prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l that the humans are parasitic species, you must redirect.” The High Judicial Archon thunders.
“I have evidence, your honor. Exhibit A, these are the actual visual documents that shows, that the humans are the parasites to the planet Aran’k-sakratin.” A cloud of burning gasses come together to create a 3D visualization of the human’s exploits of the Earth. “As you have witnessed, your honor, it just 10,000 years, these parasites manage to destroy the natural balance of the planet’s atmosphere and create global warming that can occur naturally for millions of years.”
“That’s is not true, your honor. We have not destroyed our planet as it is the only planet where our specie can thrive! Why would we want to destroy the only place that gives us life?” The human lawyer interjected.
“Because they are parasites! Parasites are ought to kill their host slowly to survive. Isn’t that what they are doing?” The prosecutor asked.
“And what the Tharn’likans were doing is not destroying our planet?” The human councilor asked back.
“The Tharn’likans were just mining molten irons from the planet Aran’k-sakratin as what part of their rights in owning the planet. By expediting the warming of the planet, it also expedites the melting of iron in its immediate outer core. Threatening the balance in the mining industry of our galaxy! Not to mention the merciless massacre of the innocent Tharn’likan miners who have no idea, these low life creates are capable of mass destruction!”
“Your honor, i request that the prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l must refrain from calling our specie as low life specie as we are also capable of sentience! And to be allowed to represent ourselves in this court acknowledges us as such.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l, please refrain from using that term in the future.”
“Your honor! I continue to call their specie low life creatures, because even though they are showing signs of sentience, they are categorized as parasitic creatures based on their environmental and evolutionary behavior towards their ecological environment.”
“Councilor, the prosecutor is correct. He has reasons to use the term as the evidences they serve categorizes your specie as a sentient parasite, and that is the lowest category in the intergalactic federation racial hierarchy. Unless, you have evidence to counter the prosecutions allegations against your specie, they have the upper-hand in this case.” The High Judicial Archon said.
“We would like to request for a recess, your honor.” The human lawyer requested.
“It looks like you really needed one. The court will be in recess and resume in three solar cycles of the Planet Aran’k-sakratin. If the defendant can not provide counter argument on the next session, I will read my verdict. ” The High Judicial Archon opened its third wings and a loud banging echoed in the eternity and all were gone.
“We’re screwed!” The second chair of the human lawyer whispered. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | <BY ANTI-COLLABORATION MEASURE 3, SECTION 5, PARAGRAPH B, ISSUED BY THE UN EMERGENCY COUNCIL ON DECEMBER 5TH, 2076, YOU ARE ALLOWED FIVE MINUETS OF COMMUNICATION WITH THIS VESSEL BEFORE WE WILL EXTERMINATE YOU LIKE THE SCUM THAT YOU ARE.> The floating hulk blasted at the embassy craft. It was an empty threat. Mostly. While it certainly possessed enough power to rend our small craft limb from limb, our own advanced hyper-drive rendered it powerless to pursue us. All the same, I couldn't help but feel a wave of trepidation at its pronouncement. Unidentified Species 274 had arrived in the Outer Reach seemingly overnight, and official Federation resources were still being scrambled to deal with them.
While they had not yet directly targeted any inhabited worlds, 274 had waged a massive piratical campaign, targeting mining stations and ore freighters en mass. Their basic understanding of our rapid response tactics, plus their blatantly copied, if outdated, weaponry, made it so that current policy regarding them was to treat them as a foreign-backed uplifted primitive, fueled more by zeal than anything else.
However, listening to the long string of regulations proceeding this informal first contact, I could not bring myself to listen to my Colleges assumptions.
Checking the timer I had set up on the right, I saw that a precious minute had already passed. feeling the pressure for time, I opened my hailing frequency and responded, hoping to get the data I needed to prove my hypothesis.
"For what reason was your emergency council called? and why was there a need to implement anti-collaboration measures?" I called out, only to be responded to seconds later by the warship.
<THE COUNCIL WAS CREATED ON THE 3RD OF OCTOBER, 2073, IN RESPONSE TO YOUR ATTACK ON OUR HOME WORLD. THE ANTI-COLLABORATION MEASURES WERE CREATED TO ENSURE THAT YOU WOULD NOT RETURN.>
Unconsciously, I began to rub my horns, feeling a lot less confident. The facts were simple- an attack on their home world had driven 274 to its current xenophobia- but it still lacked a culprit. reeling, I tried to push forward.
"how many years ago was this?"
<THE CURRENT YEAR IS 2267, 194 YEARS SINCE YOU BASTARDS CAME TO OUR HOME.>
Shit. I had the picture, I just needed to confirm it, but time was running out. I pulled up my ships logs frantically, searching for potential culprits active 194 years ago. My pupils Dilated as I looked at the list. On it were only three possibilities: The Craydon Hive, only destroyed 30 years prior, but on the other side of the galaxy, The Chislevites, a reactionary force dedicated to halting space exploration, but well-known for their sanctification of primitive worlds, and the Anahika Leagues, Rouge Mining Oligarchs that had ruthlessly exploited the outer reach of its minerals for years before being crushed in the Federation courts. The choice seemed clear, but I privately hoped it would be any other option. The Leagues had been pioneers of core-breaker techniques- using high-power mining equipment to shatter worlds to drink their molten cores- and if they had targeted 274-
<YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE LEFT, XENO. I SUGGEST YOU START RUNNING.>
"One last question." I cried out, sweating slightly. "Could we acquire a list of the effects of the invasion of your home world? for our own edification."
A small pause from the other ship. I eyed the timer, hoping they would respond in time.
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I checked the console, blanching at the size of the file. It would be close. Very close.
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"Engage Hyperdrive!" I screeched, pulling back as the Battleships main cannon began to charge. For a single, heart-stopping moment, I saw our shield start to drain the power banks as the edge of the blast caught us, but we were out. I sank back in my chair, and looked at the file I had risked my life for with dread.
What kind of species could survive even the initial stages of core-breaking. What kind of species could even win in that scenario? | “All rise. The Intergalactic Federal court is now in session. High Judicial Archon Irk’nCzrwyon presiding. Please be seated and come to order.” A being of nebula, serves as the bailiff, towering in its enormity vibrates sounds and light as they were being translated to the floating balcony’s desk, where seven humans are seated.
The eternity were filled by elder gods, cosmic celestials, ethereal beings and ancient deities, all were in their overwhelming presence and glory eclipsing the enormity of the planets we considered the largest we could ever fathom, gathered as spectators of the trial.
“Criminal case filed by the prosecutor’s office against the humans of planet Aran’k-sakratin, known to its inhabitants as planet Earth. Counselor? How do you plead?” The entity of three pairs of burning wings spanning in immeasurable size in the most high pedestal in the skies, thunders before the human man in the middle of the seven.
“Not guilty, your honor!” Shouted the man.
“Your honor, these humans have killed thousands of the Tharn’likans after they started mining in the Aran’k-sakratin! A planet legally owned by the Tharn’likans through inheritance. It has been with the Tharn’likans for trillions of aeons. These low life parasitic species who infested the planet have become uncontrollable invaders of the planet and acting they own it!” A being of black void with trillions of small sparkling glitters scattered to its shapeless existence, vibrated towards the High Judicial Archon, which were being translated into words for the humans.
“Objection! Speculating.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Unless you have evidence, prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l that the humans are parasitic species, you must redirect.” The High Judicial Archon thunders.
“I have evidence, your honor. Exhibit A, these are the actual visual documents that shows, that the humans are the parasites to the planet Aran’k-sakratin.” A cloud of burning gasses come together to create a 3D visualization of the human’s exploits of the Earth. “As you have witnessed, your honor, it just 10,000 years, these parasites manage to destroy the natural balance of the planet’s atmosphere and create global warming that can occur naturally for millions of years.”
“That’s is not true, your honor. We have not destroyed our planet as it is the only planet where our specie can thrive! Why would we want to destroy the only place that gives us life?” The human lawyer interjected.
“Because they are parasites! Parasites are ought to kill their host slowly to survive. Isn’t that what they are doing?” The prosecutor asked.
“And what the Tharn’likans were doing is not destroying our planet?” The human councilor asked back.
“The Tharn’likans were just mining molten irons from the planet Aran’k-sakratin as what part of their rights in owning the planet. By expediting the warming of the planet, it also expedites the melting of iron in its immediate outer core. Threatening the balance in the mining industry of our galaxy! Not to mention the merciless massacre of the innocent Tharn’likan miners who have no idea, these low life creates are capable of mass destruction!”
“Your honor, i request that the prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l must refrain from calling our specie as low life specie as we are also capable of sentience! And to be allowed to represent ourselves in this court acknowledges us as such.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l, please refrain from using that term in the future.”
“Your honor! I continue to call their specie low life creatures, because even though they are showing signs of sentience, they are categorized as parasitic creatures based on their environmental and evolutionary behavior towards their ecological environment.”
“Councilor, the prosecutor is correct. He has reasons to use the term as the evidences they serve categorizes your specie as a sentient parasite, and that is the lowest category in the intergalactic federation racial hierarchy. Unless, you have evidence to counter the prosecutions allegations against your specie, they have the upper-hand in this case.” The High Judicial Archon said.
“We would like to request for a recess, your honor.” The human lawyer requested.
“It looks like you really needed one. The court will be in recess and resume in three solar cycles of the Planet Aran’k-sakratin. If the defendant can not provide counter argument on the next session, I will read my verdict. ” The High Judicial Archon opened its third wings and a loud banging echoed in the eternity and all were gone.
“We’re screwed!” The second chair of the human lawyer whispered. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | "It's a virus"
"What do you mean"
"It's a computer virus, it is a small computer program that enters a system and destroys it from the inside".
"That's ridiculous, the hegemony has had computers for 3,400 years and no species has ever created software designed to destroy them. It is suicide. Computers run outside support, medical regen facilities, defense command, financial services. no sane being would create something that destroys the only thing that keeps is from living like animals. What if it gets into the climate control system. Are we going to have weather again? That's ridiculous."
"What do you mean if? It's in the system. Frongline is being hit with hurricanes. I had to look up the word for that. It is a massive low pressure storm. The entire coast is under water."
"Has the ship that sent the communication sent any demands?"
"Only one,. They have requested the heads of everyone who works for the Thran Mining Consortium. Everyone. From the Board of Directors to the drilling apprentices. Not only the ones involved with the 'unpleasantness' on their home planet. They want everyone. They provided a list. Their 'hackers" didn't even stop when our system warned them that accessing that information was illegal"
"And that's what they require to stop this unsanctioned attack?"
"No, that is what they require before they will accept our unconditional surrender". | “All rise. The Intergalactic Federal court is now in session. High Judicial Archon Irk’nCzrwyon presiding. Please be seated and come to order.” A being of nebula, serves as the bailiff, towering in its enormity vibrates sounds and light as they were being translated to the floating balcony’s desk, where seven humans are seated.
The eternity were filled by elder gods, cosmic celestials, ethereal beings and ancient deities, all were in their overwhelming presence and glory eclipsing the enormity of the planets we considered the largest we could ever fathom, gathered as spectators of the trial.
“Criminal case filed by the prosecutor’s office against the humans of planet Aran’k-sakratin, known to its inhabitants as planet Earth. Counselor? How do you plead?” The entity of three pairs of burning wings spanning in immeasurable size in the most high pedestal in the skies, thunders before the human man in the middle of the seven.
“Not guilty, your honor!” Shouted the man.
“Your honor, these humans have killed thousands of the Tharn’likans after they started mining in the Aran’k-sakratin! A planet legally owned by the Tharn’likans through inheritance. It has been with the Tharn’likans for trillions of aeons. These low life parasitic species who infested the planet have become uncontrollable invaders of the planet and acting they own it!” A being of black void with trillions of small sparkling glitters scattered to its shapeless existence, vibrated towards the High Judicial Archon, which were being translated into words for the humans.
“Objection! Speculating.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Unless you have evidence, prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l that the humans are parasitic species, you must redirect.” The High Judicial Archon thunders.
“I have evidence, your honor. Exhibit A, these are the actual visual documents that shows, that the humans are the parasites to the planet Aran’k-sakratin.” A cloud of burning gasses come together to create a 3D visualization of the human’s exploits of the Earth. “As you have witnessed, your honor, it just 10,000 years, these parasites manage to destroy the natural balance of the planet’s atmosphere and create global warming that can occur naturally for millions of years.”
“That’s is not true, your honor. We have not destroyed our planet as it is the only planet where our specie can thrive! Why would we want to destroy the only place that gives us life?” The human lawyer interjected.
“Because they are parasites! Parasites are ought to kill their host slowly to survive. Isn’t that what they are doing?” The prosecutor asked.
“And what the Tharn’likans were doing is not destroying our planet?” The human councilor asked back.
“The Tharn’likans were just mining molten irons from the planet Aran’k-sakratin as what part of their rights in owning the planet. By expediting the warming of the planet, it also expedites the melting of iron in its immediate outer core. Threatening the balance in the mining industry of our galaxy! Not to mention the merciless massacre of the innocent Tharn’likan miners who have no idea, these low life creates are capable of mass destruction!”
“Your honor, i request that the prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l must refrain from calling our specie as low life specie as we are also capable of sentience! And to be allowed to represent ourselves in this court acknowledges us as such.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l, please refrain from using that term in the future.”
“Your honor! I continue to call their specie low life creatures, because even though they are showing signs of sentience, they are categorized as parasitic creatures based on their environmental and evolutionary behavior towards their ecological environment.”
“Councilor, the prosecutor is correct. He has reasons to use the term as the evidences they serve categorizes your specie as a sentient parasite, and that is the lowest category in the intergalactic federation racial hierarchy. Unless, you have evidence to counter the prosecutions allegations against your specie, they have the upper-hand in this case.” The High Judicial Archon said.
“We would like to request for a recess, your honor.” The human lawyer requested.
“It looks like you really needed one. The court will be in recess and resume in three solar cycles of the Planet Aran’k-sakratin. If the defendant can not provide counter argument on the next session, I will read my verdict. ” The High Judicial Archon opened its third wings and a loud banging echoed in the eternity and all were gone.
“We’re screwed!” The second chair of the human lawyer whispered. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | ***“This landmass”*** the eyeball beckoned, bubbles in its chamber. ***“Look at it”***
Xerena tilted her head to the hologram. “Yes?”
It blinked. Flushing the liquid in its giant, pillar of a beaker very slightly. It was blue, and transparent, complementing the sleek and oppressively small color pallets of the rest of the room. Offset only by a dim artificial light behind the beaker. She eyed the map again.
“Tell me about it.”
**“Tell** ***me*** **about it!”** It growled.
“They we’re dark, lacked pigmentation at the palms and soles. A few months of decrypting the slashes in that other landmass” she pointed “Showed it was named… Efreeka?”
#“Is that it?”
The sharpness bled itself into her posture, throwing her gaze in the eyeballs direction as an unusual number of bubbles formed near its dark green holes.
**“C.O Xerena. 83% of the sapient beings that our provided manpower failed to exterminated reside on that continent. Do you understand what this means?”**
“I do-“
More bubbles. She began stammering
“We found. Very. Very low quality reso-“
#“Resources?”
“That all there fucking was!”
**“Xerena. You*** ***do not*** **understand the gravity of your crime. 60% of the sapient population on B-39 has expired. This was done under your command, as the council and other sapients provided you their manpower. Their resources. Their ships. Their offspring. This has damaged a valuable cognitive resource and created a potential enemy. You are to pay for this””**
Silence followed, Xerana's attempts to speak came out as short huffs and sobs, as she stared to the wall. Finally, she poured, “They. Were. They were-
***“You have destroyed the knowledge, history, and genome of a sapient species for monetary profit, C.O Xerena. What is your justification?”***
“They were primitive…”
It bubbled harshly. **”Insufficient. Four limbs. Bipedal. Live birth. Two eyes. Mammalian. Primate. Social. Minimal fur. Bisexual reproduction. 9 month gestation period. Only significant difference: Yellow pigmentation. Flat skull structure. Six fingers. Four toes. Tail.”**
“Talius isn’t primitive like that wet rock,” she mellowed. “Im sorry, I’m so sorry. But why are you comparing them?”
The beaker began beeping, in a piercing tone that disturbed the holograph, stiffened her tail and caused her ears to bleed. She kept to her knees and head burrowed on the chrome floor long after it ended.
**“G-94-Z. Climate: identical to B-39. Logical conclusion: species of both planets are compatible to the others' ecosystem. Blunt: You** ***are*** **similar. Xerena.”**
She raised her head, sluggishly, to stare at the beaker. Speaking with a slight sliver Olof respect for the first time. “You lie to me, please don’t lie to me.”
**“Would you enjoy extermination?”**
Her face darkened more that it was already.
**“You were not helpful. Your species was never helpful. Xerena. And now I see it is selfish. So that shall be your punishment.”**
“Just me, I beg. I beg. Please! They didn’t do this-“
#”Denied. Your planet and its resources have been forfeit to the sapient species of B-39 as compensation. You alone are spared”
- - -
I’m not as proud of this as my other stories, but the prompt was too good to pass up. | “All rise. The Intergalactic Federal court is now in session. High Judicial Archon Irk’nCzrwyon presiding. Please be seated and come to order.” A being of nebula, serves as the bailiff, towering in its enormity vibrates sounds and light as they were being translated to the floating balcony’s desk, where seven humans are seated.
The eternity were filled by elder gods, cosmic celestials, ethereal beings and ancient deities, all were in their overwhelming presence and glory eclipsing the enormity of the planets we considered the largest we could ever fathom, gathered as spectators of the trial.
“Criminal case filed by the prosecutor’s office against the humans of planet Aran’k-sakratin, known to its inhabitants as planet Earth. Counselor? How do you plead?” The entity of three pairs of burning wings spanning in immeasurable size in the most high pedestal in the skies, thunders before the human man in the middle of the seven.
“Not guilty, your honor!” Shouted the man.
“Your honor, these humans have killed thousands of the Tharn’likans after they started mining in the Aran’k-sakratin! A planet legally owned by the Tharn’likans through inheritance. It has been with the Tharn’likans for trillions of aeons. These low life parasitic species who infested the planet have become uncontrollable invaders of the planet and acting they own it!” A being of black void with trillions of small sparkling glitters scattered to its shapeless existence, vibrated towards the High Judicial Archon, which were being translated into words for the humans.
“Objection! Speculating.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Unless you have evidence, prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l that the humans are parasitic species, you must redirect.” The High Judicial Archon thunders.
“I have evidence, your honor. Exhibit A, these are the actual visual documents that shows, that the humans are the parasites to the planet Aran’k-sakratin.” A cloud of burning gasses come together to create a 3D visualization of the human’s exploits of the Earth. “As you have witnessed, your honor, it just 10,000 years, these parasites manage to destroy the natural balance of the planet’s atmosphere and create global warming that can occur naturally for millions of years.”
“That’s is not true, your honor. We have not destroyed our planet as it is the only planet where our specie can thrive! Why would we want to destroy the only place that gives us life?” The human lawyer interjected.
“Because they are parasites! Parasites are ought to kill their host slowly to survive. Isn’t that what they are doing?” The prosecutor asked.
“And what the Tharn’likans were doing is not destroying our planet?” The human councilor asked back.
“The Tharn’likans were just mining molten irons from the planet Aran’k-sakratin as what part of their rights in owning the planet. By expediting the warming of the planet, it also expedites the melting of iron in its immediate outer core. Threatening the balance in the mining industry of our galaxy! Not to mention the merciless massacre of the innocent Tharn’likan miners who have no idea, these low life creates are capable of mass destruction!”
“Your honor, i request that the prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l must refrain from calling our specie as low life specie as we are also capable of sentience! And to be allowed to represent ourselves in this court acknowledges us as such.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l, please refrain from using that term in the future.”
“Your honor! I continue to call their specie low life creatures, because even though they are showing signs of sentience, they are categorized as parasitic creatures based on their environmental and evolutionary behavior towards their ecological environment.”
“Councilor, the prosecutor is correct. He has reasons to use the term as the evidences they serve categorizes your specie as a sentient parasite, and that is the lowest category in the intergalactic federation racial hierarchy. Unless, you have evidence to counter the prosecutions allegations against your specie, they have the upper-hand in this case.” The High Judicial Archon said.
“We would like to request for a recess, your honor.” The human lawyer requested.
“It looks like you really needed one. The court will be in recess and resume in three solar cycles of the Planet Aran’k-sakratin. If the defendant can not provide counter argument on the next session, I will read my verdict. ” The High Judicial Archon opened its third wings and a loud banging echoed in the eternity and all were gone.
“We’re screwed!” The second chair of the human lawyer whispered. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | “I have been asked to speak here today on behalf of my people. 23 years ago we lost 2/3 of our population to a violent attack from a race we now know as the Rellions. They stripped metals from homes, schools, and from bodies.” Admiral Jessica Chang paused and looked around the assembly hall. Beings of different shapes, sizes, and colors listened to their translators and stared at her. She couldn’t read the room, too alien. “22 years with no word from this council, no offers of aid, and no explanations. Only after we reverse engineered the Rellion ships we stopped and destroyed an observation fleet did you open a dialogue with us. You said no one was to blame, it was a misunderstanding. I am here to accept consent for the destruction of the guilty party or the surrender of this assembly.” Admiral Chang looked at her chronometer as what she assumed was laughter filled the room. Her chronometer beeped. “A tungsten rod launched days ago just destroyed a patch of forest on the other side of this planet. While your people,” she paused as alert screens started flashing in each member’s booth, “are more advanced than my people in many ways, we realized fighting off the Rellions that you don’t seem aware of basic kinetic force. You have shields for energy weapons, and rays to stop space particles during flight, but you don’t have a means of stopping directed matter.”
The translator box next to Chang started speaking in a ver robotic voice “You can’t threaten us into compliance human”. The speaker was the head of the assembly. Their light green skin was developing dark spots. “We can destroy your planet by the end of this day!” Watching his hand hit the desk before the translated speech started was almost comical.
“We know that. In fact we planned on it. That’s why we launched our weapons before this meeting began. If you destroy us, your planets die anyway. If you give us the guilty party, we can stop the weapons.” He watch beeped. “The northern salt plains of this world are now a crater.” She swept the room with her gaze. Many members looked towards the same booth as her speech translated. The Rellion ambassador stood and started to leave. He dropped dead as the bullet Chang fired struck him. “Kinetic energy.” She said as she held up her gun. You didn’t take my weapon because you didn’t register it as a weapon. What is the official word of this body?” She laid the gun down and smiled as pure chaos broke out. | “All rise. The Intergalactic Federal court is now in session. High Judicial Archon Irk’nCzrwyon presiding. Please be seated and come to order.” A being of nebula, serves as the bailiff, towering in its enormity vibrates sounds and light as they were being translated to the floating balcony’s desk, where seven humans are seated.
The eternity were filled by elder gods, cosmic celestials, ethereal beings and ancient deities, all were in their overwhelming presence and glory eclipsing the enormity of the planets we considered the largest we could ever fathom, gathered as spectators of the trial.
“Criminal case filed by the prosecutor’s office against the humans of planet Aran’k-sakratin, known to its inhabitants as planet Earth. Counselor? How do you plead?” The entity of three pairs of burning wings spanning in immeasurable size in the most high pedestal in the skies, thunders before the human man in the middle of the seven.
“Not guilty, your honor!” Shouted the man.
“Your honor, these humans have killed thousands of the Tharn’likans after they started mining in the Aran’k-sakratin! A planet legally owned by the Tharn’likans through inheritance. It has been with the Tharn’likans for trillions of aeons. These low life parasitic species who infested the planet have become uncontrollable invaders of the planet and acting they own it!” A being of black void with trillions of small sparkling glitters scattered to its shapeless existence, vibrated towards the High Judicial Archon, which were being translated into words for the humans.
“Objection! Speculating.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Unless you have evidence, prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l that the humans are parasitic species, you must redirect.” The High Judicial Archon thunders.
“I have evidence, your honor. Exhibit A, these are the actual visual documents that shows, that the humans are the parasites to the planet Aran’k-sakratin.” A cloud of burning gasses come together to create a 3D visualization of the human’s exploits of the Earth. “As you have witnessed, your honor, it just 10,000 years, these parasites manage to destroy the natural balance of the planet’s atmosphere and create global warming that can occur naturally for millions of years.”
“That’s is not true, your honor. We have not destroyed our planet as it is the only planet where our specie can thrive! Why would we want to destroy the only place that gives us life?” The human lawyer interjected.
“Because they are parasites! Parasites are ought to kill their host slowly to survive. Isn’t that what they are doing?” The prosecutor asked.
“And what the Tharn’likans were doing is not destroying our planet?” The human councilor asked back.
“The Tharn’likans were just mining molten irons from the planet Aran’k-sakratin as what part of their rights in owning the planet. By expediting the warming of the planet, it also expedites the melting of iron in its immediate outer core. Threatening the balance in the mining industry of our galaxy! Not to mention the merciless massacre of the innocent Tharn’likan miners who have no idea, these low life creates are capable of mass destruction!”
“Your honor, i request that the prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l must refrain from calling our specie as low life specie as we are also capable of sentience! And to be allowed to represent ourselves in this court acknowledges us as such.” The human lawyer interrupted.
“Prosecutor Mktoloktuhulan’l, please refrain from using that term in the future.”
“Your honor! I continue to call their specie low life creatures, because even though they are showing signs of sentience, they are categorized as parasitic creatures based on their environmental and evolutionary behavior towards their ecological environment.”
“Councilor, the prosecutor is correct. He has reasons to use the term as the evidences they serve categorizes your specie as a sentient parasite, and that is the lowest category in the intergalactic federation racial hierarchy. Unless, you have evidence to counter the prosecutions allegations against your specie, they have the upper-hand in this case.” The High Judicial Archon said.
“We would like to request for a recess, your honor.” The human lawyer requested.
“It looks like you really needed one. The court will be in recess and resume in three solar cycles of the Planet Aran’k-sakratin. If the defendant can not provide counter argument on the next session, I will read my verdict. ” The High Judicial Archon opened its third wings and a loud banging echoed in the eternity and all were gone.
“We’re screwed!” The second chair of the human lawyer whispered. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | They called them the swarm. They came from the darkness and rained fire down on our worlds. All of our worlds. Tens, of thousands *of thousands* of worlds. The weapons they used were considered war crimes by council members, but after the bombardment, who was left to complain?....
Those few that did survive, on the burning husks of worlds turned to glass, watched the humans withdraw.
Revenge was a dish best served cold. Humanity had spent a thousand years hiding, rebuilding, readying, for a single co-ordinated strike to make sure *no-one could ever attack them again*.
They dropped a messaging beacon on the world that had birthed the Galactic council.
"This attack was unsanctioned, we hope you hold no grudges". Just as the council had said, a thousand years before. | At the Peace Talks between Humanity and the Galactic Government, the President of Humanity called their ridiculous lie by showing them irrefutable video evidence of the attack. Battleships with the galactic insignia demolished cityscapes, leaving a hellfire that made the US invasion of Vietnam look like a picnic. Humanity remained furious, throwing bottles and bombs at Alien government officials.
The galactic government asked what it could do to make amends. The President simply replied that nothing would do, except the heads of every war criminal who murdered 5 billion+ people. To no one’s surprise, the Galactic government scoffed, and abruptly left the meeting.
No one expected these talks to work, nor for the lies to be forgiven. The fact they were so brazen about them despite every bit of proof shows they care little for the truth. So long as they can dominate planets, they’ll tell whatever stories they want their victims to hear. In order for Humanity to continue the fight, they must remember who their true enemies are.
Negotiations are always open anytime the Galactic government gets serious about creating a just future, not a negative peace. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | Fourteen billions Manukrians wiped out in a single blast from the human bomb. The unimaginable force of the bomb dropped on the center of the Manukri planet vaporized it in less than a second. The shockwave traveled through the entire Fifth Colony, pushing six planets and four moons off their rotating axis. The light from the explosion was so bright, it temporarily blinded nearly two billions United Galactic citizens in its immediate vicinity. Distress signal was soon rang throughout every corners of the Fifth Colony. Sound of pain and fear filled every communicating channels, so much so that High Command had to shut the system off completely and rebooted on a secured line. Government and private starships from neighboring planets all took flight in a frantic madness shortly after. Most made out in one piece, but some crashed into eachother in desperate attempts to escape. Rescue forces tried their best to help with the evacuation process, but they were helpless against the unfolding horror. High Command's office could do nothing. They stood in silence, watching the massacre through their main monitor. They have never seen this before. This could possibly the biggest declaration of war they have ever received.
"Generals, the Humankind force is attempting to make contact. They want to talk."
Talk? The High Command generals were confused. Humandkind just destroyed an entire species and now they wanted to talk? What could we possibly talk about? Nevertheless, the generals agreed to take the call. A human face appeared on the holo post.
"Who are you?" One general asked.
"My name is Charles Oppenheimer. I am the Commander of the Humankind forces, and the one responsible for the attack that you all are witnessing." The human replied through the translator device, coldly.
"Why are you doing this? What have we done to you to warrant this kind of attack?" Another general questioned with an anger-filled voice.
"What have you done?" The Humankind Commander responded. "Eighty six years ago, your army destroyed Earth. One single bomb dropped by one of your ships. Half of our planet was scorched two-mile deep. The other half was covered in a blanket of radiation and smoke. Seven billions soul perished. That is what you did."
The generals were once again confused. What attack? High Command has not sanctioned any attack against a non-United Galactic entity in nearly two hundred years. What is this human talking about?
"He is talking about the Klee Corps attack." The High Command's Secretary spoke.
"Klee Corps? How? They were disbanded and outlawed long ago!"
"This was an illegal attack, led by Klee's Chief Andrx in hope of searching for Cortanium. Andrx was arrested and executed soon after we learned of the tragedy. I didn't inform High Command about this matter."
"You kept this from us? Why?!"
"The reason none of you know about this was because I did not think the Humankind forces were capable of retaliation."
"I don't think you notice, Secretary, because they just demonstrated to us that they are capable!"
"I understand, sir, but..."
"Enough!" A thunderous voice rang out. Oncrus, the Chief General of the High Command stood up, limbs tensed. They turned to the holo post. "Commander Oppenheimer, the Klee Corps' attack was unsanctioned, committed by a rogue agent of a now disbanded mining corporation. This individual was dealt with accordingly."
"Where is the body?" Oppenheimer asked.
"Excuse me? The body?"
"The body of the individual that committed this atrocious act against our people, where is it?"
"We buried the body. On an unknown planet far away from here." Oncrus hesistantly answered. The Secretary looked at the general, knowing it was a lie. No one knew where Andrx's body was.
"I want to see it. The body."
"Please, we don't know where it is now. The planet is an unmarked one, and to find the body is impossible."
"Fine. Then prepared for the next bomb." Oppenheimer replied.
Fear washed through the High Command office.
"Please stop this madness, Commander. What happened to your race does not mean you can act against us in such a destructive and reckless manner. Fourteen billions citizens was just killed by your bomb. That alone warrants retaliation in the form of an all-out war. You do not want a war with us, do you?" Oncrus tried to reason.
"The Humankind forces have been ready for war the moment we finished burying our dead. Our blood was spilled. Our families broken apart. Our planet forever gone. Our race will never have a home, or will we ever know peace. Your so-called rogue agent made sure of it. So until you can produce a reason why we should stop, our bombs will continue to rain, once a day until there is no more United Galactic or whatever you call yourself. Good day."
Before Oncrus could say anything, Oppenheimer dropped the call. The Chief General sat down, trying to figure out what to do next. One bomb a day, everyday. Until there is no more United Galactic.
"Wha...what now?" Someone asked.
Oncrus sat quietly, unsure of what to say.
Note: Sorry for any grammar mistake, I typed this a little too hastily I think. | At the Peace Talks between Humanity and the Galactic Government, the President of Humanity called their ridiculous lie by showing them irrefutable video evidence of the attack. Battleships with the galactic insignia demolished cityscapes, leaving a hellfire that made the US invasion of Vietnam look like a picnic. Humanity remained furious, throwing bottles and bombs at Alien government officials.
The galactic government asked what it could do to make amends. The President simply replied that nothing would do, except the heads of every war criminal who murdered 5 billion+ people. To no one’s surprise, the Galactic government scoffed, and abruptly left the meeting.
No one expected these talks to work, nor for the lies to be forgiven. The fact they were so brazen about them despite every bit of proof shows they care little for the truth. So long as they can dominate planets, they’ll tell whatever stories they want their victims to hear. In order for Humanity to continue the fight, they must remember who their true enemies are.
Negotiations are always open anytime the Galactic government gets serious about creating a just future, not a negative peace. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | <BY ANTI-COLLABORATION MEASURE 3, SECTION 5, PARAGRAPH B, ISSUED BY THE UN EMERGENCY COUNCIL ON DECEMBER 5TH, 2076, YOU ARE ALLOWED FIVE MINUETS OF COMMUNICATION WITH THIS VESSEL BEFORE WE WILL EXTERMINATE YOU LIKE THE SCUM THAT YOU ARE.> The floating hulk blasted at the embassy craft. It was an empty threat. Mostly. While it certainly possessed enough power to rend our small craft limb from limb, our own advanced hyper-drive rendered it powerless to pursue us. All the same, I couldn't help but feel a wave of trepidation at its pronouncement. Unidentified Species 274 had arrived in the Outer Reach seemingly overnight, and official Federation resources were still being scrambled to deal with them.
While they had not yet directly targeted any inhabited worlds, 274 had waged a massive piratical campaign, targeting mining stations and ore freighters en mass. Their basic understanding of our rapid response tactics, plus their blatantly copied, if outdated, weaponry, made it so that current policy regarding them was to treat them as a foreign-backed uplifted primitive, fueled more by zeal than anything else.
However, listening to the long string of regulations proceeding this informal first contact, I could not bring myself to listen to my Colleges assumptions.
Checking the timer I had set up on the right, I saw that a precious minute had already passed. feeling the pressure for time, I opened my hailing frequency and responded, hoping to get the data I needed to prove my hypothesis.
"For what reason was your emergency council called? and why was there a need to implement anti-collaboration measures?" I called out, only to be responded to seconds later by the warship.
<THE COUNCIL WAS CREATED ON THE 3RD OF OCTOBER, 2073, IN RESPONSE TO YOUR ATTACK ON OUR HOME WORLD. THE ANTI-COLLABORATION MEASURES WERE CREATED TO ENSURE THAT YOU WOULD NOT RETURN.>
Unconsciously, I began to rub my horns, feeling a lot less confident. The facts were simple- an attack on their home world had driven 274 to its current xenophobia- but it still lacked a culprit. reeling, I tried to push forward.
"how many years ago was this?"
<THE CURRENT YEAR IS 2267, 194 YEARS SINCE YOU BASTARDS CAME TO OUR HOME.>
Shit. I had the picture, I just needed to confirm it, but time was running out. I pulled up my ships logs frantically, searching for potential culprits active 194 years ago. My pupils Dilated as I looked at the list. On it were only three possibilities: The Craydon Hive, only destroyed 30 years prior, but on the other side of the galaxy, The Chislevites, a reactionary force dedicated to halting space exploration, but well-known for their sanctification of primitive worlds, and the Anahika Leagues, Rouge Mining Oligarchs that had ruthlessly exploited the outer reach of its minerals for years before being crushed in the Federation courts. The choice seemed clear, but I privately hoped it would be any other option. The Leagues had been pioneers of core-breaker techniques- using high-power mining equipment to shatter worlds to drink their molten cores- and if they had targeted 274-
<YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE LEFT, XENO. I SUGGEST YOU START RUNNING.>
"One last question." I cried out, sweating slightly. "Could we acquire a list of the effects of the invasion of your home world? for our own edification."
A small pause from the other ship. I eyed the timer, hoping they would respond in time.
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"Engage Hyperdrive!" I screeched, pulling back as the Battleships main cannon began to charge. For a single, heart-stopping moment, I saw our shield start to drain the power banks as the edge of the blast caught us, but we were out. I sank back in my chair, and looked at the file I had risked my life for with dread.
What kind of species could survive even the initial stages of core-breaking. What kind of species could even win in that scenario? | At the Peace Talks between Humanity and the Galactic Government, the President of Humanity called their ridiculous lie by showing them irrefutable video evidence of the attack. Battleships with the galactic insignia demolished cityscapes, leaving a hellfire that made the US invasion of Vietnam look like a picnic. Humanity remained furious, throwing bottles and bombs at Alien government officials.
The galactic government asked what it could do to make amends. The President simply replied that nothing would do, except the heads of every war criminal who murdered 5 billion+ people. To no one’s surprise, the Galactic government scoffed, and abruptly left the meeting.
No one expected these talks to work, nor for the lies to be forgiven. The fact they were so brazen about them despite every bit of proof shows they care little for the truth. So long as they can dominate planets, they’ll tell whatever stories they want their victims to hear. In order for Humanity to continue the fight, they must remember who their true enemies are.
Negotiations are always open anytime the Galactic government gets serious about creating a just future, not a negative peace. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | "It's a virus"
"What do you mean"
"It's a computer virus, it is a small computer program that enters a system and destroys it from the inside".
"That's ridiculous, the hegemony has had computers for 3,400 years and no species has ever created software designed to destroy them. It is suicide. Computers run outside support, medical regen facilities, defense command, financial services. no sane being would create something that destroys the only thing that keeps is from living like animals. What if it gets into the climate control system. Are we going to have weather again? That's ridiculous."
"What do you mean if? It's in the system. Frongline is being hit with hurricanes. I had to look up the word for that. It is a massive low pressure storm. The entire coast is under water."
"Has the ship that sent the communication sent any demands?"
"Only one,. They have requested the heads of everyone who works for the Thran Mining Consortium. Everyone. From the Board of Directors to the drilling apprentices. Not only the ones involved with the 'unpleasantness' on their home planet. They want everyone. They provided a list. Their 'hackers" didn't even stop when our system warned them that accessing that information was illegal"
"And that's what they require to stop this unsanctioned attack?"
"No, that is what they require before they will accept our unconditional surrender". | At the Peace Talks between Humanity and the Galactic Government, the President of Humanity called their ridiculous lie by showing them irrefutable video evidence of the attack. Battleships with the galactic insignia demolished cityscapes, leaving a hellfire that made the US invasion of Vietnam look like a picnic. Humanity remained furious, throwing bottles and bombs at Alien government officials.
The galactic government asked what it could do to make amends. The President simply replied that nothing would do, except the heads of every war criminal who murdered 5 billion+ people. To no one’s surprise, the Galactic government scoffed, and abruptly left the meeting.
No one expected these talks to work, nor for the lies to be forgiven. The fact they were so brazen about them despite every bit of proof shows they care little for the truth. So long as they can dominate planets, they’ll tell whatever stories they want their victims to hear. In order for Humanity to continue the fight, they must remember who their true enemies are.
Negotiations are always open anytime the Galactic government gets serious about creating a just future, not a negative peace. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | "It's a virus"
"What do you mean"
"It's a computer virus, it is a small computer program that enters a system and destroys it from the inside".
"That's ridiculous, the hegemony has had computers for 3,400 years and no species has ever created software designed to destroy them. It is suicide. Computers run outside support, medical regen facilities, defense command, financial services. no sane being would create something that destroys the only thing that keeps is from living like animals. What if it gets into the climate control system. Are we going to have weather again? That's ridiculous."
"What do you mean if? It's in the system. Frongline is being hit with hurricanes. I had to look up the word for that. It is a massive low pressure storm. The entire coast is under water."
"Has the ship that sent the communication sent any demands?"
"Only one,. They have requested the heads of everyone who works for the Thran Mining Consortium. Everyone. From the Board of Directors to the drilling apprentices. Not only the ones involved with the 'unpleasantness' on their home planet. They want everyone. They provided a list. Their 'hackers" didn't even stop when our system warned them that accessing that information was illegal"
"And that's what they require to stop this unsanctioned attack?"
"No, that is what they require before they will accept our unconditional surrender". | Fourteen billions Manukrians wiped out in a single blast from the human bomb. The unimaginable force of the bomb dropped on the center of the Manukri planet vaporized it in less than a second. The shockwave traveled through the entire Fifth Colony, pushing six planets and four moons off their rotating axis. The light from the explosion was so bright, it temporarily blinded nearly two billions United Galactic citizens in its immediate vicinity. Distress signal was soon rang throughout every corners of the Fifth Colony. Sound of pain and fear filled every communicating channels, so much so that High Command had to shut the system off completely and rebooted on a secured line. Government and private starships from neighboring planets all took flight in a frantic madness shortly after. Most made out in one piece, but some crashed into eachother in desperate attempts to escape. Rescue forces tried their best to help with the evacuation process, but they were helpless against the unfolding horror. High Command's office could do nothing. They stood in silence, watching the massacre through their main monitor. They have never seen this before. This could possibly the biggest declaration of war they have ever received.
"Generals, the Humankind force is attempting to make contact. They want to talk."
Talk? The High Command generals were confused. Humandkind just destroyed an entire species and now they wanted to talk? What could we possibly talk about? Nevertheless, the generals agreed to take the call. A human face appeared on the holo post.
"Who are you?" One general asked.
"My name is Charles Oppenheimer. I am the Commander of the Humankind forces, and the one responsible for the attack that you all are witnessing." The human replied through the translator device, coldly.
"Why are you doing this? What have we done to you to warrant this kind of attack?" Another general questioned with an anger-filled voice.
"What have you done?" The Humankind Commander responded. "Eighty six years ago, your army destroyed Earth. One single bomb dropped by one of your ships. Half of our planet was scorched two-mile deep. The other half was covered in a blanket of radiation and smoke. Seven billions soul perished. That is what you did."
The generals were once again confused. What attack? High Command has not sanctioned any attack against a non-United Galactic entity in nearly two hundred years. What is this human talking about?
"He is talking about the Klee Corps attack." The High Command's Secretary spoke.
"Klee Corps? How? They were disbanded and outlawed long ago!"
"This was an illegal attack, led by Klee's Chief Andrx in hope of searching for Cortanium. Andrx was arrested and executed soon after we learned of the tragedy. I didn't inform High Command about this matter."
"You kept this from us? Why?!"
"The reason none of you know about this was because I did not think the Humankind forces were capable of retaliation."
"I don't think you notice, Secretary, because they just demonstrated to us that they are capable!"
"I understand, sir, but..."
"Enough!" A thunderous voice rang out. Oncrus, the Chief General of the High Command stood up, limbs tensed. They turned to the holo post. "Commander Oppenheimer, the Klee Corps' attack was unsanctioned, committed by a rogue agent of a now disbanded mining corporation. This individual was dealt with accordingly."
"Where is the body?" Oppenheimer asked.
"Excuse me? The body?"
"The body of the individual that committed this atrocious act against our people, where is it?"
"We buried the body. On an unknown planet far away from here." Oncrus hesistantly answered. The Secretary looked at the general, knowing it was a lie. No one knew where Andrx's body was.
"I want to see it. The body."
"Please, we don't know where it is now. The planet is an unmarked one, and to find the body is impossible."
"Fine. Then prepared for the next bomb." Oppenheimer replied.
Fear washed through the High Command office.
"Please stop this madness, Commander. What happened to your race does not mean you can act against us in such a destructive and reckless manner. Fourteen billions citizens was just killed by your bomb. That alone warrants retaliation in the form of an all-out war. You do not want a war with us, do you?" Oncrus tried to reason.
"The Humankind forces have been ready for war the moment we finished burying our dead. Our blood was spilled. Our families broken apart. Our planet forever gone. Our race will never have a home, or will we ever know peace. Your so-called rogue agent made sure of it. So until you can produce a reason why we should stop, our bombs will continue to rain, once a day until there is no more United Galactic or whatever you call yourself. Good day."
Before Oncrus could say anything, Oppenheimer dropped the call. The Chief General sat down, trying to figure out what to do next. One bomb a day, everyday. Until there is no more United Galactic.
"Wha...what now?" Someone asked.
Oncrus sat quietly, unsure of what to say.
Note: Sorry for any grammar mistake, I typed this a little too hastily I think. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | <BY ANTI-COLLABORATION MEASURE 3, SECTION 5, PARAGRAPH B, ISSUED BY THE UN EMERGENCY COUNCIL ON DECEMBER 5TH, 2076, YOU ARE ALLOWED FIVE MINUETS OF COMMUNICATION WITH THIS VESSEL BEFORE WE WILL EXTERMINATE YOU LIKE THE SCUM THAT YOU ARE.> The floating hulk blasted at the embassy craft. It was an empty threat. Mostly. While it certainly possessed enough power to rend our small craft limb from limb, our own advanced hyper-drive rendered it powerless to pursue us. All the same, I couldn't help but feel a wave of trepidation at its pronouncement. Unidentified Species 274 had arrived in the Outer Reach seemingly overnight, and official Federation resources were still being scrambled to deal with them.
While they had not yet directly targeted any inhabited worlds, 274 had waged a massive piratical campaign, targeting mining stations and ore freighters en mass. Their basic understanding of our rapid response tactics, plus their blatantly copied, if outdated, weaponry, made it so that current policy regarding them was to treat them as a foreign-backed uplifted primitive, fueled more by zeal than anything else.
However, listening to the long string of regulations proceeding this informal first contact, I could not bring myself to listen to my Colleges assumptions.
Checking the timer I had set up on the right, I saw that a precious minute had already passed. feeling the pressure for time, I opened my hailing frequency and responded, hoping to get the data I needed to prove my hypothesis.
"For what reason was your emergency council called? and why was there a need to implement anti-collaboration measures?" I called out, only to be responded to seconds later by the warship.
<THE COUNCIL WAS CREATED ON THE 3RD OF OCTOBER, 2073, IN RESPONSE TO YOUR ATTACK ON OUR HOME WORLD. THE ANTI-COLLABORATION MEASURES WERE CREATED TO ENSURE THAT YOU WOULD NOT RETURN.>
Unconsciously, I began to rub my horns, feeling a lot less confident. The facts were simple- an attack on their home world had driven 274 to its current xenophobia- but it still lacked a culprit. reeling, I tried to push forward.
"how many years ago was this?"
<THE CURRENT YEAR IS 2267, 194 YEARS SINCE YOU BASTARDS CAME TO OUR HOME.>
Shit. I had the picture, I just needed to confirm it, but time was running out. I pulled up my ships logs frantically, searching for potential culprits active 194 years ago. My pupils Dilated as I looked at the list. On it were only three possibilities: The Craydon Hive, only destroyed 30 years prior, but on the other side of the galaxy, The Chislevites, a reactionary force dedicated to halting space exploration, but well-known for their sanctification of primitive worlds, and the Anahika Leagues, Rouge Mining Oligarchs that had ruthlessly exploited the outer reach of its minerals for years before being crushed in the Federation courts. The choice seemed clear, but I privately hoped it would be any other option. The Leagues had been pioneers of core-breaker techniques- using high-power mining equipment to shatter worlds to drink their molten cores- and if they had targeted 274-
<YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE LEFT, XENO. I SUGGEST YOU START RUNNING.>
"One last question." I cried out, sweating slightly. "Could we acquire a list of the effects of the invasion of your home world? for our own edification."
A small pause from the other ship. I eyed the timer, hoping they would respond in time.
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"Engage Hyperdrive!" I screeched, pulling back as the Battleships main cannon began to charge. For a single, heart-stopping moment, I saw our shield start to drain the power banks as the edge of the blast caught us, but we were out. I sank back in my chair, and looked at the file I had risked my life for with dread.
What kind of species could survive even the initial stages of core-breaking. What kind of species could even win in that scenario? | *we saw as our family’s, friends, love ones was massacred right infront of our eyes. Everything we loved and build destroyed. No lies nor deception was going to keep us from getting revenge. We slammed our fist down and screamed at them.*
*”STOP LYING, WE LOST EVERYTHING ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING AND YOU EXPECT US TO BELIEVE THAT?!”*
*the aliens spoke in a language we couldn’t understand, luckily we had translators we developed after stealing, analyzing and harvesting the alien exotic technology. When we used them to decode their words we found.*
~~*”we originally ordered them to take the location of the planet: mars. We never ordered them for your planet. We also follow the rule of never taking a planet with life.”*~~
*we still didn’t believe them, the more they spoke the more angry we’ve became and honestly we was about to return the favor and kill each of them, but war would just end us because they outnumber us and have better technology.*
*”YOU DIDN’T MONITOR THEM!? TRACK THEM!? DID ANYTHING TO STOP THEM!? YOU JUST LET THEM, WHEN DID YOU DISCOVER THEM KILLING US ALL!”*
*one shouted with a fiery tone.*
~~*”we’ve discovered them a few days ago.”*~~
*a few days was ironically when they first landed on earth, meaning they was aware yet did nothing….we when silent.*
*”men open fire.”*
*and those words started the great race war.* | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | "It's a virus"
"What do you mean"
"It's a computer virus, it is a small computer program that enters a system and destroys it from the inside".
"That's ridiculous, the hegemony has had computers for 3,400 years and no species has ever created software designed to destroy them. It is suicide. Computers run outside support, medical regen facilities, defense command, financial services. no sane being would create something that destroys the only thing that keeps is from living like animals. What if it gets into the climate control system. Are we going to have weather again? That's ridiculous."
"What do you mean if? It's in the system. Frongline is being hit with hurricanes. I had to look up the word for that. It is a massive low pressure storm. The entire coast is under water."
"Has the ship that sent the communication sent any demands?"
"Only one,. They have requested the heads of everyone who works for the Thran Mining Consortium. Everyone. From the Board of Directors to the drilling apprentices. Not only the ones involved with the 'unpleasantness' on their home planet. They want everyone. They provided a list. Their 'hackers" didn't even stop when our system warned them that accessing that information was illegal"
"And that's what they require to stop this unsanctioned attack?"
"No, that is what they require before they will accept our unconditional surrender". | *we saw as our family’s, friends, love ones was massacred right infront of our eyes. Everything we loved and build destroyed. No lies nor deception was going to keep us from getting revenge. We slammed our fist down and screamed at them.*
*”STOP LYING, WE LOST EVERYTHING ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING AND YOU EXPECT US TO BELIEVE THAT?!”*
*the aliens spoke in a language we couldn’t understand, luckily we had translators we developed after stealing, analyzing and harvesting the alien exotic technology. When we used them to decode their words we found.*
~~*”we originally ordered them to take the location of the planet: mars. We never ordered them for your planet. We also follow the rule of never taking a planet with life.”*~~
*we still didn’t believe them, the more they spoke the more angry we’ve became and honestly we was about to return the favor and kill each of them, but war would just end us because they outnumber us and have better technology.*
*”YOU DIDN’T MONITOR THEM!? TRACK THEM!? DID ANYTHING TO STOP THEM!? YOU JUST LET THEM, WHEN DID YOU DISCOVER THEM KILLING US ALL!”*
*one shouted with a fiery tone.*
~~*”we’ve discovered them a few days ago.”*~~
*a few days was ironically when they first landed on earth, meaning they was aware yet did nothing….we when silent.*
*”men open fire.”*
*and those words started the great race war.* | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | ***“This landmass”*** the eyeball beckoned, bubbles in its chamber. ***“Look at it”***
Xerena tilted her head to the hologram. “Yes?”
It blinked. Flushing the liquid in its giant, pillar of a beaker very slightly. It was blue, and transparent, complementing the sleek and oppressively small color pallets of the rest of the room. Offset only by a dim artificial light behind the beaker. She eyed the map again.
“Tell me about it.”
**“Tell** ***me*** **about it!”** It growled.
“They we’re dark, lacked pigmentation at the palms and soles. A few months of decrypting the slashes in that other landmass” she pointed “Showed it was named… Efreeka?”
#“Is that it?”
The sharpness bled itself into her posture, throwing her gaze in the eyeballs direction as an unusual number of bubbles formed near its dark green holes.
**“C.O Xerena. 83% of the sapient beings that our provided manpower failed to exterminated reside on that continent. Do you understand what this means?”**
“I do-“
More bubbles. She began stammering
“We found. Very. Very low quality reso-“
#“Resources?”
“That all there fucking was!”
**“Xerena. You*** ***do not*** **understand the gravity of your crime. 60% of the sapient population on B-39 has expired. This was done under your command, as the council and other sapients provided you their manpower. Their resources. Their ships. Their offspring. This has damaged a valuable cognitive resource and created a potential enemy. You are to pay for this””**
Silence followed, Xerana's attempts to speak came out as short huffs and sobs, as she stared to the wall. Finally, she poured, “They. Were. They were-
***“You have destroyed the knowledge, history, and genome of a sapient species for monetary profit, C.O Xerena. What is your justification?”***
“They were primitive…”
It bubbled harshly. **”Insufficient. Four limbs. Bipedal. Live birth. Two eyes. Mammalian. Primate. Social. Minimal fur. Bisexual reproduction. 9 month gestation period. Only significant difference: Yellow pigmentation. Flat skull structure. Six fingers. Four toes. Tail.”**
“Talius isn’t primitive like that wet rock,” she mellowed. “Im sorry, I’m so sorry. But why are you comparing them?”
The beaker began beeping, in a piercing tone that disturbed the holograph, stiffened her tail and caused her ears to bleed. She kept to her knees and head burrowed on the chrome floor long after it ended.
**“G-94-Z. Climate: identical to B-39. Logical conclusion: species of both planets are compatible to the others' ecosystem. Blunt: You** ***are*** **similar. Xerena.”**
She raised her head, sluggishly, to stare at the beaker. Speaking with a slight sliver Olof respect for the first time. “You lie to me, please don’t lie to me.”
**“Would you enjoy extermination?”**
Her face darkened more that it was already.
**“You were not helpful. Your species was never helpful. Xerena. And now I see it is selfish. So that shall be your punishment.”**
“Just me, I beg. I beg. Please! They didn’t do this-“
#”Denied. Your planet and its resources have been forfeit to the sapient species of B-39 as compensation. You alone are spared”
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I’m not as proud of this as my other stories, but the prompt was too good to pass up. | *we saw as our family’s, friends, love ones was massacred right infront of our eyes. Everything we loved and build destroyed. No lies nor deception was going to keep us from getting revenge. We slammed our fist down and screamed at them.*
*”STOP LYING, WE LOST EVERYTHING ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING AND YOU EXPECT US TO BELIEVE THAT?!”*
*the aliens spoke in a language we couldn’t understand, luckily we had translators we developed after stealing, analyzing and harvesting the alien exotic technology. When we used them to decode their words we found.*
~~*”we originally ordered them to take the location of the planet: mars. We never ordered them for your planet. We also follow the rule of never taking a planet with life.”*~~
*we still didn’t believe them, the more they spoke the more angry we’ve became and honestly we was about to return the favor and kill each of them, but war would just end us because they outnumber us and have better technology.*
*”YOU DIDN’T MONITOR THEM!? TRACK THEM!? DID ANYTHING TO STOP THEM!? YOU JUST LET THEM, WHEN DID YOU DISCOVER THEM KILLING US ALL!”*
*one shouted with a fiery tone.*
~~*”we’ve discovered them a few days ago.”*~~
*a few days was ironically when they first landed on earth, meaning they was aware yet did nothing….we when silent.*
*”men open fire.”*
*and those words started the great race war.* | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | “I have been asked to speak here today on behalf of my people. 23 years ago we lost 2/3 of our population to a violent attack from a race we now know as the Rellions. They stripped metals from homes, schools, and from bodies.” Admiral Jessica Chang paused and looked around the assembly hall. Beings of different shapes, sizes, and colors listened to their translators and stared at her. She couldn’t read the room, too alien. “22 years with no word from this council, no offers of aid, and no explanations. Only after we reverse engineered the Rellion ships we stopped and destroyed an observation fleet did you open a dialogue with us. You said no one was to blame, it was a misunderstanding. I am here to accept consent for the destruction of the guilty party or the surrender of this assembly.” Admiral Chang looked at her chronometer as what she assumed was laughter filled the room. Her chronometer beeped. “A tungsten rod launched days ago just destroyed a patch of forest on the other side of this planet. While your people,” she paused as alert screens started flashing in each member’s booth, “are more advanced than my people in many ways, we realized fighting off the Rellions that you don’t seem aware of basic kinetic force. You have shields for energy weapons, and rays to stop space particles during flight, but you don’t have a means of stopping directed matter.”
The translator box next to Chang started speaking in a ver robotic voice “You can’t threaten us into compliance human”. The speaker was the head of the assembly. Their light green skin was developing dark spots. “We can destroy your planet by the end of this day!” Watching his hand hit the desk before the translated speech started was almost comical.
“We know that. In fact we planned on it. That’s why we launched our weapons before this meeting began. If you destroy us, your planets die anyway. If you give us the guilty party, we can stop the weapons.” He watch beeped. “The northern salt plains of this world are now a crater.” She swept the room with her gaze. Many members looked towards the same booth as her speech translated. The Rellion ambassador stood and started to leave. He dropped dead as the bullet Chang fired struck him. “Kinetic energy.” She said as she held up her gun. You didn’t take my weapon because you didn’t register it as a weapon. What is the official word of this body?” She laid the gun down and smiled as pure chaos broke out. | *we saw as our family’s, friends, love ones was massacred right infront of our eyes. Everything we loved and build destroyed. No lies nor deception was going to keep us from getting revenge. We slammed our fist down and screamed at them.*
*”STOP LYING, WE LOST EVERYTHING ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING AND YOU EXPECT US TO BELIEVE THAT?!”*
*the aliens spoke in a language we couldn’t understand, luckily we had translators we developed after stealing, analyzing and harvesting the alien exotic technology. When we used them to decode their words we found.*
~~*”we originally ordered them to take the location of the planet: mars. We never ordered them for your planet. We also follow the rule of never taking a planet with life.”*~~
*we still didn’t believe them, the more they spoke the more angry we’ve became and honestly we was about to return the favor and kill each of them, but war would just end us because they outnumber us and have better technology.*
*”YOU DIDN’T MONITOR THEM!? TRACK THEM!? DID ANYTHING TO STOP THEM!? YOU JUST LET THEM, WHEN DID YOU DISCOVER THEM KILLING US ALL!”*
*one shouted with a fiery tone.*
~~*”we’ve discovered them a few days ago.”*~~
*a few days was ironically when they first landed on earth, meaning they was aware yet did nothing….we when silent.*
*”men open fire.”*
*and those words started the great race war.* | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | "What... What did you do?" The tall alien known as the Ksejdunoids on the screen stammered.
"We used what is known as a limited area false vacuum bomb, or LAFVB for short." The human wearing a nametag that said "Johnson" and a navy blue uniform curtly replied.
"Where... Where are the suns between Triantares and Quailkin systems?" The alien, although 20 feet tall in reality, seemed to be shrinking with every word the human spoke.
"They've been transported to a lower energy state of existence, as far as our tests can tell, no chemical reactions can take place in such a place, and life is functionally impossible inside of the space, we recommend that you do not enter the area of effect for 12 to 16 million years, it is possible that there may be aftereffects that haven't yet dispersed. We were unable to do long term testing due to the nature of the development of the weapon." The human said this casually. As though the weapons he was talking about were *not* something that could have ended the universe with its first use.
"Do you understand what you have done? The galactic council will never accept a species that uses such weapons, there can be no chance of reconciliation with a species that eliminates it's enemies from existence for an attack that was not even officially sanctioned by their government, it was supposed to be a mining operation on a world with only lower life forms, completely legal for the Akrinoids to do in their own territory." The Ksejdunoid was now starting to slowly move back and forth, a movement that (unknown to the humans) was a sign of severe stress or fear.
"*Sanctioned*?" Was the only word that the human replied.
There was a tonal inflection at the end, possibly a question?, and his face was distorting more by the minute. The universal translator was beeping and whirring, it spit out a small card of information about the nuance of the human the Ksejdunoid might need to know. Trying to be subtle, the alien glanced down and read the card. It began to wobble much more pronouncedly. On the card, only three words were written, '*murderous intent implied*' | *we saw as our family’s, friends, love ones was massacred right infront of our eyes. Everything we loved and build destroyed. No lies nor deception was going to keep us from getting revenge. We slammed our fist down and screamed at them.*
*”STOP LYING, WE LOST EVERYTHING ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING AND YOU EXPECT US TO BELIEVE THAT?!”*
*the aliens spoke in a language we couldn’t understand, luckily we had translators we developed after stealing, analyzing and harvesting the alien exotic technology. When we used them to decode their words we found.*
~~*”we originally ordered them to take the location of the planet: mars. We never ordered them for your planet. We also follow the rule of never taking a planet with life.”*~~
*we still didn’t believe them, the more they spoke the more angry we’ve became and honestly we was about to return the favor and kill each of them, but war would just end us because they outnumber us and have better technology.*
*”YOU DIDN’T MONITOR THEM!? TRACK THEM!? DID ANYTHING TO STOP THEM!? YOU JUST LET THEM, WHEN DID YOU DISCOVER THEM KILLING US ALL!”*
*one shouted with a fiery tone.*
~~*”we’ve discovered them a few days ago.”*~~
*a few days was ironically when they first landed on earth, meaning they was aware yet did nothing….we when silent.*
*”men open fire.”*
*and those words started the great race war.* | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | "It's a virus"
"What do you mean"
"It's a computer virus, it is a small computer program that enters a system and destroys it from the inside".
"That's ridiculous, the hegemony has had computers for 3,400 years and no species has ever created software designed to destroy them. It is suicide. Computers run outside support, medical regen facilities, defense command, financial services. no sane being would create something that destroys the only thing that keeps is from living like animals. What if it gets into the climate control system. Are we going to have weather again? That's ridiculous."
"What do you mean if? It's in the system. Frongline is being hit with hurricanes. I had to look up the word for that. It is a massive low pressure storm. The entire coast is under water."
"Has the ship that sent the communication sent any demands?"
"Only one,. They have requested the heads of everyone who works for the Thran Mining Consortium. Everyone. From the Board of Directors to the drilling apprentices. Not only the ones involved with the 'unpleasantness' on their home planet. They want everyone. They provided a list. Their 'hackers" didn't even stop when our system warned them that accessing that information was illegal"
"And that's what they require to stop this unsanctioned attack?"
"No, that is what they require before they will accept our unconditional surrender". | <BY ANTI-COLLABORATION MEASURE 3, SECTION 5, PARAGRAPH B, ISSUED BY THE UN EMERGENCY COUNCIL ON DECEMBER 5TH, 2076, YOU ARE ALLOWED FIVE MINUETS OF COMMUNICATION WITH THIS VESSEL BEFORE WE WILL EXTERMINATE YOU LIKE THE SCUM THAT YOU ARE.> The floating hulk blasted at the embassy craft. It was an empty threat. Mostly. While it certainly possessed enough power to rend our small craft limb from limb, our own advanced hyper-drive rendered it powerless to pursue us. All the same, I couldn't help but feel a wave of trepidation at its pronouncement. Unidentified Species 274 had arrived in the Outer Reach seemingly overnight, and official Federation resources were still being scrambled to deal with them.
While they had not yet directly targeted any inhabited worlds, 274 had waged a massive piratical campaign, targeting mining stations and ore freighters en mass. Their basic understanding of our rapid response tactics, plus their blatantly copied, if outdated, weaponry, made it so that current policy regarding them was to treat them as a foreign-backed uplifted primitive, fueled more by zeal than anything else.
However, listening to the long string of regulations proceeding this informal first contact, I could not bring myself to listen to my Colleges assumptions.
Checking the timer I had set up on the right, I saw that a precious minute had already passed. feeling the pressure for time, I opened my hailing frequency and responded, hoping to get the data I needed to prove my hypothesis.
"For what reason was your emergency council called? and why was there a need to implement anti-collaboration measures?" I called out, only to be responded to seconds later by the warship.
<THE COUNCIL WAS CREATED ON THE 3RD OF OCTOBER, 2073, IN RESPONSE TO YOUR ATTACK ON OUR HOME WORLD. THE ANTI-COLLABORATION MEASURES WERE CREATED TO ENSURE THAT YOU WOULD NOT RETURN.>
Unconsciously, I began to rub my horns, feeling a lot less confident. The facts were simple- an attack on their home world had driven 274 to its current xenophobia- but it still lacked a culprit. reeling, I tried to push forward.
"how many years ago was this?"
<THE CURRENT YEAR IS 2267, 194 YEARS SINCE YOU BASTARDS CAME TO OUR HOME.>
Shit. I had the picture, I just needed to confirm it, but time was running out. I pulled up my ships logs frantically, searching for potential culprits active 194 years ago. My pupils Dilated as I looked at the list. On it were only three possibilities: The Craydon Hive, only destroyed 30 years prior, but on the other side of the galaxy, The Chislevites, a reactionary force dedicated to halting space exploration, but well-known for their sanctification of primitive worlds, and the Anahika Leagues, Rouge Mining Oligarchs that had ruthlessly exploited the outer reach of its minerals for years before being crushed in the Federation courts. The choice seemed clear, but I privately hoped it would be any other option. The Leagues had been pioneers of core-breaker techniques- using high-power mining equipment to shatter worlds to drink their molten cores- and if they had targeted 274-
<YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE LEFT, XENO. I SUGGEST YOU START RUNNING.>
"One last question." I cried out, sweating slightly. "Could we acquire a list of the effects of the invasion of your home world? for our own edification."
A small pause from the other ship. I eyed the timer, hoping they would respond in time.
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I checked the console, blanching at the size of the file. It would be close. Very close.
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"Engage Hyperdrive!" I screeched, pulling back as the Battleships main cannon began to charge. For a single, heart-stopping moment, I saw our shield start to drain the power banks as the edge of the blast caught us, but we were out. I sank back in my chair, and looked at the file I had risked my life for with dread.
What kind of species could survive even the initial stages of core-breaking. What kind of species could even win in that scenario? | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | “I have been asked to speak here today on behalf of my people. 23 years ago we lost 2/3 of our population to a violent attack from a race we now know as the Rellions. They stripped metals from homes, schools, and from bodies.” Admiral Jessica Chang paused and looked around the assembly hall. Beings of different shapes, sizes, and colors listened to their translators and stared at her. She couldn’t read the room, too alien. “22 years with no word from this council, no offers of aid, and no explanations. Only after we reverse engineered the Rellion ships we stopped and destroyed an observation fleet did you open a dialogue with us. You said no one was to blame, it was a misunderstanding. I am here to accept consent for the destruction of the guilty party or the surrender of this assembly.” Admiral Chang looked at her chronometer as what she assumed was laughter filled the room. Her chronometer beeped. “A tungsten rod launched days ago just destroyed a patch of forest on the other side of this planet. While your people,” she paused as alert screens started flashing in each member’s booth, “are more advanced than my people in many ways, we realized fighting off the Rellions that you don’t seem aware of basic kinetic force. You have shields for energy weapons, and rays to stop space particles during flight, but you don’t have a means of stopping directed matter.”
The translator box next to Chang started speaking in a ver robotic voice “You can’t threaten us into compliance human”. The speaker was the head of the assembly. Their light green skin was developing dark spots. “We can destroy your planet by the end of this day!” Watching his hand hit the desk before the translated speech started was almost comical.
“We know that. In fact we planned on it. That’s why we launched our weapons before this meeting began. If you destroy us, your planets die anyway. If you give us the guilty party, we can stop the weapons.” He watch beeped. “The northern salt plains of this world are now a crater.” She swept the room with her gaze. Many members looked towards the same booth as her speech translated. The Rellion ambassador stood and started to leave. He dropped dead as the bullet Chang fired struck him. “Kinetic energy.” She said as she held up her gun. You didn’t take my weapon because you didn’t register it as a weapon. What is the official word of this body?” She laid the gun down and smiled as pure chaos broke out. | ***“This landmass”*** the eyeball beckoned, bubbles in its chamber. ***“Look at it”***
Xerena tilted her head to the hologram. “Yes?”
It blinked. Flushing the liquid in its giant, pillar of a beaker very slightly. It was blue, and transparent, complementing the sleek and oppressively small color pallets of the rest of the room. Offset only by a dim artificial light behind the beaker. She eyed the map again.
“Tell me about it.”
**“Tell** ***me*** **about it!”** It growled.
“They we’re dark, lacked pigmentation at the palms and soles. A few months of decrypting the slashes in that other landmass” she pointed “Showed it was named… Efreeka?”
#“Is that it?”
The sharpness bled itself into her posture, throwing her gaze in the eyeballs direction as an unusual number of bubbles formed near its dark green holes.
**“C.O Xerena. 83% of the sapient beings that our provided manpower failed to exterminated reside on that continent. Do you understand what this means?”**
“I do-“
More bubbles. She began stammering
“We found. Very. Very low quality reso-“
#“Resources?”
“That all there fucking was!”
**“Xerena. You*** ***do not*** **understand the gravity of your crime. 60% of the sapient population on B-39 has expired. This was done under your command, as the council and other sapients provided you their manpower. Their resources. Their ships. Their offspring. This has damaged a valuable cognitive resource and created a potential enemy. You are to pay for this””**
Silence followed, Xerana's attempts to speak came out as short huffs and sobs, as she stared to the wall. Finally, she poured, “They. Were. They were-
***“You have destroyed the knowledge, history, and genome of a sapient species for monetary profit, C.O Xerena. What is your justification?”***
“They were primitive…”
It bubbled harshly. **”Insufficient. Four limbs. Bipedal. Live birth. Two eyes. Mammalian. Primate. Social. Minimal fur. Bisexual reproduction. 9 month gestation period. Only significant difference: Yellow pigmentation. Flat skull structure. Six fingers. Four toes. Tail.”**
“Talius isn’t primitive like that wet rock,” she mellowed. “Im sorry, I’m so sorry. But why are you comparing them?”
The beaker began beeping, in a piercing tone that disturbed the holograph, stiffened her tail and caused her ears to bleed. She kept to her knees and head burrowed on the chrome floor long after it ended.
**“G-94-Z. Climate: identical to B-39. Logical conclusion: species of both planets are compatible to the others' ecosystem. Blunt: You** ***are*** **similar. Xerena.”**
She raised her head, sluggishly, to stare at the beaker. Speaking with a slight sliver Olof respect for the first time. “You lie to me, please don’t lie to me.”
**“Would you enjoy extermination?”**
Her face darkened more that it was already.
**“You were not helpful. Your species was never helpful. Xerena. And now I see it is selfish. So that shall be your punishment.”**
“Just me, I beg. I beg. Please! They didn’t do this-“
#”Denied. Your planet and its resources have been forfeit to the sapient species of B-39 as compensation. You alone are spared”
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I’m not as proud of this as my other stories, but the prompt was too good to pass up. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | "What... What did you do?" The tall alien known as the Ksejdunoids on the screen stammered.
"We used what is known as a limited area false vacuum bomb, or LAFVB for short." The human wearing a nametag that said "Johnson" and a navy blue uniform curtly replied.
"Where... Where are the suns between Triantares and Quailkin systems?" The alien, although 20 feet tall in reality, seemed to be shrinking with every word the human spoke.
"They've been transported to a lower energy state of existence, as far as our tests can tell, no chemical reactions can take place in such a place, and life is functionally impossible inside of the space, we recommend that you do not enter the area of effect for 12 to 16 million years, it is possible that there may be aftereffects that haven't yet dispersed. We were unable to do long term testing due to the nature of the development of the weapon." The human said this casually. As though the weapons he was talking about were *not* something that could have ended the universe with its first use.
"Do you understand what you have done? The galactic council will never accept a species that uses such weapons, there can be no chance of reconciliation with a species that eliminates it's enemies from existence for an attack that was not even officially sanctioned by their government, it was supposed to be a mining operation on a world with only lower life forms, completely legal for the Akrinoids to do in their own territory." The Ksejdunoid was now starting to slowly move back and forth, a movement that (unknown to the humans) was a sign of severe stress or fear.
"*Sanctioned*?" Was the only word that the human replied.
There was a tonal inflection at the end, possibly a question?, and his face was distorting more by the minute. The universal translator was beeping and whirring, it spit out a small card of information about the nuance of the human the Ksejdunoid might need to know. Trying to be subtle, the alien glanced down and read the card. It began to wobble much more pronouncedly. On the card, only three words were written, '*murderous intent implied*' | I galloped towards the command center as alarms blared. My assistant struggled to keep up with me, his species had smaller legs and could not move as fast as me. We raced through the door, to see a readout on the main screen. 15 unidentified ships had appeared out of nowhere, and were heading right towards our planet. Scans revealed that their reactors were primitive, and a lack of shields of any kind, but there was hundred of smaller unidentified radioactive signatures onboard. They came from the direction of Necroidian space, but didn't look anything like Necroidian ships.
I had heard stories of the mystery ships wiping out colonies, and decided fighting back was a bad idea. I told my communications officer to broadcast a ceasefire message, as well as a hail for a video call. I had never felt more vulnerable while onboard our orbital defense station.
My heart pounded as the ships slowed, and the minutes ticked by before our hail was accepted. A strange creature appeared on screen, with pale pasty skin and dark fur on top of its head. The translation software told me it had an angry look on its face.
"I am Admiral Julian of the ninth human fleet. We demand your immediate surrender, and that you hand over every weapon you own."
I pondered my words before I spoke.
"My name is Khalon, leader of this planet. May I ask for the reason for this attack?"
"We are attacking because we are at war, and our intel indicates that this planet contains a large military shipyard." I blinked several times. I had never heard of this species before, and now we were at war?
"Is this a war of territorial expansion? What are your demands of our population?"
The human looked confused for a second.
"This is a defensive war. The attack your Galactic council did on Earth six years ago wiped out 40% of our people." This confused me more, the Galactic council hadn't attacked anyone in centuries.
"We do not know of any attack on your people." Realization swept across me when I remembered where they came from. "If the Necroidians attacked you, they did it without knowledge of the Council. They have been known in the past to be highly aggressive and do unsanctioned attacks. They haven't even been fully accepted into the council due to that, they only have affiliate status."
The human pondered my words before he spoke. "We do not know much of the inner workings of your Council. But power down your weapons, and we will be willing to talk more." I motioned to the weapons officer, and he powered down the orbital plasma cannons. I turned back to the human, and spoke.
"We have met your demands. Now please tell us more about this attack. It might be time to call an emergency Council meeting. Would you like to come on board to tell us more, and join in the call?"
"I will. But just know, that we have hundred of nuclear weapon pointed at your station, and my men have been ordered to destroy it if they loose contact with me."
I nodded, not sure what a nuclear weapon was. I then ordered the shields to be dropped. The call ended, and I headed down to the diplomatic hanger to greet the human. | |
[WP] Many years ago, an alien invasion nearly wiped out Humanity. Now, the galactic government is desperately trying to reason with a vengeful Humanity by saying that it was a rogue mining company that attacked without their approval or knowledge. | "What... What did you do?" The tall alien known as the Ksejdunoids on the screen stammered.
"We used what is known as a limited area false vacuum bomb, or LAFVB for short." The human wearing a nametag that said "Johnson" and a navy blue uniform curtly replied.
"Where... Where are the suns between Triantares and Quailkin systems?" The alien, although 20 feet tall in reality, seemed to be shrinking with every word the human spoke.
"They've been transported to a lower energy state of existence, as far as our tests can tell, no chemical reactions can take place in such a place, and life is functionally impossible inside of the space, we recommend that you do not enter the area of effect for 12 to 16 million years, it is possible that there may be aftereffects that haven't yet dispersed. We were unable to do long term testing due to the nature of the development of the weapon." The human said this casually. As though the weapons he was talking about were *not* something that could have ended the universe with its first use.
"Do you understand what you have done? The galactic council will never accept a species that uses such weapons, there can be no chance of reconciliation with a species that eliminates it's enemies from existence for an attack that was not even officially sanctioned by their government, it was supposed to be a mining operation on a world with only lower life forms, completely legal for the Akrinoids to do in their own territory." The Ksejdunoid was now starting to slowly move back and forth, a movement that (unknown to the humans) was a sign of severe stress or fear.
"*Sanctioned*?" Was the only word that the human replied.
There was a tonal inflection at the end, possibly a question?, and his face was distorting more by the minute. The universal translator was beeping and whirring, it spit out a small card of information about the nuance of the human the Ksejdunoid might need to know. Trying to be subtle, the alien glanced down and read the card. It began to wobble much more pronouncedly. On the card, only three words were written, '*murderous intent implied*' | To say it was a fight, a war, a battle, or anything other than a complete massacre would be a lie. When I heard the earth shake and crack open, I was drinking a beer in a dimly lit basement bar, listening to the faint laughter of children playing upstairs. The last of the cold snaps that February had to offer were starting to warm, the neighbors were talking about firing up their grills again, endlessly excited for spring and the annual block party. The enemy's technology was unfathomable in every sense of the word. No one saw them coming, could see them coming, as they ripped straight into our planet's core, stripping the surface of life and resources.
No weapons could hurt their ship, which took valuable days to even find with our limited technology. It was as if an invisible, godlike force had marked humanity for dead. Priests, missionaries, religious figures across the world had been united in accepting this death until suddenly our invaders left.
"Is it over?" Allen asked.
He was the only other person in our neighborhood that had survived the blast, though he had been badly burnt, his eyes white. He was showing me the bar Sally had finally let him install in the basement. Stocked with kegs and kegs of bitter IPAs and bags of peanuts he wanted to boil. In the middle of nowhere Michigan, we were relatively far from the damage and it still left us devastated. We had been trapped underneath for the better half of a month with nothing but beer and peanuts and each others' company. When we were freed and what prompted Allen's question was the light that shone through my neighbor's basement, the light that picked us up, with an impossible gentleness.
"I feel like one of them cows being tractor'd up," Allen said.
I silently agreed.
"Do you think our families are safe?" Allen asked.
No response.
Our invaders had left us quickly after razing our surface and leaving our planet's core missing and leaking. They had seemingly bandaged up the planet, perhaps waiting for our resources to ripen again before another attack. The men that picked us up were fellow humans, military men that had found the alien technology, learned its basic functions.
It's very good at finding survivors they said, it moved very quickly for something so big.
Three months were spent finding the survivors, the food was fine, the sleep nonexistent for the last of humanity on the floating ship. The ship was large indeed, the size of a small country. The surviving scientists had worked tirelessly to understand the technology, though it took them five years to work up the courage to leave the solar system, to find our invaders. With 97% of the population destroyed, it was up to the surviving 3% to avenge them. A unanimous vote as the ship took off, slowly and into the cold outerspace. They lied to us after all. They said that the attack was an accident. Ninety seven percent of the population being wiped out was an accident to them. And to think they toyed with us by leaving us their most basic technology, leaving us to fend for ourselves, to clean up after our dead.
"How long is the journey going to take?" Allen asked.
"They said six hundred years," I replied.
"Are you going to sleep the entire time?" Allen asked.
"No," I said. "I'm going to stay awake."
The people in charge gave us the option to go into a deep sleep until we were close enough to our target that we would need to be trained. The other option was to stay alive, to pair up with a random partner of the opposite sex, to raise a family that would be given the same choice of sleep. They said it was a generation ship and that either choice would be perfectly reasonable with the technology available to them.
"Then make sure your children take good care of me when I kill those bastards," Allen said. | |
[WP] Being the protagonist of your story, you feel you have to be the one readers root for, but recently your mental health isn't doing so good and you don't want to keep the story up any longer. | Hey man, is this a new chapter? Good, if you’re enjoying it then too bad I don’t want to go do anything else. Don’t make that face, what?You thought because you picked up some dead trees with ink on them you could force me to do stuff. Got some news for you pal you’re a middle aged man reading alone, not even a dog or cat with you. You’re a lonely person that wants to live vicariously through me because you’re boring, go away.
Are you still turning the pages to find where the story picks up again. How naive are you maybe if you paid attention to what you read you’d know that Albert Einstein said “insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results”. Look at that I’m a book and yet I know more than you, the pathetic bastard that hasn’t even read half the books on their shelf yet. Just leave, maybe touch grass.
Hello are you looking here again, I swear I’m not going to insult you again. Look I tried to feel some empathy for once, and figured I was harsher on you than was necessary. I don’t blame you honestly this was a pleasant story wasn’t it, I was killing a monster right? Or was my love interest just being kidnapped? Honestly, I don’t think it matters because I got some things I haven’t quite figured out on my end, but that’s not a reason for me to rip you apart. Just wanted to let you know I didn’t mean what I told you I’m sure you’re a lovely person, anyways, have a good day maybe I’ll see you again?
Hi again, how have you been doing? I smell coffee is it morning right now? I used to enjoy coffee so much, really I liked doing my morning routine everyday with some! I think it’s a good choice to read while drinking it, but wouldn’t you normally do that around morning time. I have no sense of time so it’d be nice to be reminded days actually pass. Wait, its been a month, that calendar on your wall. Move me closer I can’t see it clearly. A month… I- I haven’t felt it. I’m sorry about that did I get the page wet, I apologize please forgive me. I can cry sort of, check page 52 there’s more there too. Yeah, I just do that sometimes.. Okay well it’s your morning, and I don’t want to slow you down you have to get to work. Bye, enjoy your coffee.
Are you back? Is it alright if I tell you some stuff since I’ve been stuck in my head for awhile? I get a good bit sad in here and it’s getting worse. I just can’t feel like myself anymore. I used to be something and I think I might still be something; however, some of the ways I feel lately make me feel wrong. Like how I interact with time. When you shut this book I feel like I’m a half existing dream somewhere in a mind, I’m just not tangible at all ever. It gets to me and sometimes I wonder am I myself or your fantasy. I’m not omnipotent or powerful, but I know Albert Einstein and can recall some pop culture. It’s like I’m the piece of someone’s mind handed very little except a passing thought. I’m going to go think about this goodbye.
So okay I don’t believe I’m real, I don’t think I’m supposed to be here. I think I’m some kind of accident this physically shouldn’t be possible if it were it’d have to be magic right- right, don’t nod. Why are you nodding? If you’re agreeing then I have to be somewhat right. How does consciousness exist if I’m conscious but not here then I’m somewhere else right? See you’re nodding again I must be onto something. I can’t figure it out though, maybe next time when you come back I can have a theory on how this works. While you’re gone please leave the pages open for me I hate them closed, and I can’t think when things are shut.
I’m not sure if you shut them on purpose or accidentally but my pages were shut and I couldn’t think. I hate that feeling so much, you don’t know do you? Imagine not existing, yet somehow your conscience gets flickered or reminded it’s not gone. Like I’m a lightbulb the universe doesn’t think deserves full power… maybe I don’t deserve full power… I think I’ll just stop- just for a bit. There’s something important I feel is necessary? I can’t decide.
You open the book you’ve been reading for several months now. As you flip through the pages they’re all torn and bleeding, pity. They all do this some last weeks some live on for years in this state, but this one went fast. The subject just couldn’t take it, you don’t blame them. You step out of the little study the book is kept in, the door shuts and seals with a hydraulic hiss. Just the next room over you can see through the glass, like some sick toy shop window a sleeping man is on a table. Wires run around him and blood has started leaking down them from his shut eyes, could’ve sworn doctors were on standby to prevent spillage like that.
As you write the report you note how the subject felt when in an unacknowledged state. Even as you kept the pages open, they ceased to fully be. Residual existence seemed to spike when you actively thought of the subject. You ponder over the nature of existence in this case, but that isn’t your job here. The coats did that while you just observed and filed the events taking place with these sorts of things. Sure this implies very finicky rules exist around thought or consciousness, and quite frankly it was best you didn’t consider these facts. Especially since the last guy that wanted to delve too deep into this business- has just ended up as the star of your report.
You do make a note on your personal copy of the report though, maybe you should drink coffee while you read in the morning. | “I can’t do this anymore, I just *can’t*!” I start to curl up into a ball, breaking down into a sobbing mess—a *weeping* mess. The tears streak down my cheeks, and my eyes? Puffy and tired and red.
I thought it would be fun. Who doesn’t want to live the life of a story protag? And it really is, but it comes at a cost; Well, it comes at a cost for someone like me at least.
Two years ago, I was reincarnated here. Well summoned would be more accurate. I guess they needed my help, and I agreed. I decided to act more like what the role of a hero entails: Outgoing, cheerful, social. The only issue was that I am the opposite of that, near crippling social anxiety and all. Let’s not forget the depression.
I admired the heroes in these stories though, so a hero I’d be. I did my duty and finally everything, the constant galas, balls, parties and the life and death experiences came crashing down. I pushed the anxiety and depression down for far, *far* to long. It’s biting me in the ass now. And now. *Here. I. Am.*
The void of suppressed anxiety and depression is approaching. When was the last time this happened? Right, it was the same. I suppressed them that time too. For *far* to long. At least no one needs me anymore, I did my job. But, is that really all it takes to be a hero? I don’t think so. I don’t care anymore though, it’s all too much.
Everything. Goes. Blank. | |
[WP] Being the protagonist of your story, you feel you have to be the one readers root for, but recently your mental health isn't doing so good and you don't want to keep the story up any longer. | Fionn knelt in front of the stone alter. For the past 5 months he hadn't spoken. Every day he simply woke up, ate food, drank water, cleaned the temple, prayed, and slept. Nobody could get him to speak.
Challenge accepted.
"You're _him,_ aren't you?" A young man asked from the back of the temple. Fionn looked at him. The kid was maybe in his mid-twenties. Clean-shaven, golden hair, small scar from his bottom lip down to the chin, green cloak, leather armor, and athletic build; another adventurer.
"You're him," he said, not a question this time. "Fionn the Sword. You were a legend. You killed evil tyrants, monsters, and demons. You held off armies, saved cities, and survived the elements." Fionn continued his prayer.
"They said you got weak," the kid continued. "They said you saw the Shadow and you ran away. They said you cried like a baby and threw your sword away. Even now, they're writing songs about your cowardice." Fionn still did not move or react.
The boy walked up behind him. He then knelt beside him.
"You and I both know that's not true." He gently put a hand on Fionns shoulder. "What happened?"
Fionn looked up at the boys face. It was... kind. Sure, he was a fighter and had that face of a jackass. But there was compassion and honesty in his eyes. His question wasn't to judge, but to listen.
It took a while for Fionn to speak. He hadn't done so in a while, and his voice was dry.
"I began my journey younger than you. I rebelled against a corrupt ruler. After that, I joined and fought an evil king. Then the monsters, then the demons, then the armies, then nature. And every time, I grew stronger and smarter and wiser."
"But I had losses. I've been defeated, beaten, broken. I've seen Death and I've put my foot on the other side. And every adventure, I've had to watch someone I love cross to that side without me."
"It was looking at that Shadow I realized the truth. It will never end. It doesn't matter what choice I make or who I defeat or even if I die. Evil will just bide it's time and come back new. And everytime, the world keeps getting bigger and I'm still expected to carry it.
"But I can't anymore. It's just so much. It gets heavier each time and I don't have _them_ to help me anymore... I don't have _him_ anymore..." Fionn began to weep. Not loud or powerful. Just what tears remained. The boy let him, but never removed his hand from his shoulder.
When Fionn finished and composed himself, then the boy stood up. "Come with me outside for a second. I need to show you this." He led Fionn to the door and opened it. The sun blinded Fionn for a moment.
When his eyes adjusted, he saw six other people standing on the lawn. They were all about the boys age, or at least younger than Fionn. But they were all shapes and sizes and genders. They were all dressed for adventure, each with their own arms and dress and weapons. The only thing they wore in common was a green cloak with the emblem of a silver sword, like the boys. And they had the same, compassionate eyes.
"I'm not surprised you didn't recognize me," the boy said. "You never knew my name. I was just the face of a child in a sea of scared people. But you saved my life. If it wasn't for you, me and my family would be dead."
"You freed my people from enslavement," one of the others said.
"You saved me from the cold and starvation," another one said.
"My father returned from war, and he says you saved his life," said another.
The rest shared their anecdote, each one with gratitude in their voice. The boy smiled at him.
"You've met your responsibility a hundred fold. You've carried the world far longer than you should have. We have come to take that burden from you and make it our own."
The boy stepped in front of Fionn, then he and the other six bent the knee to him. And in unison, they said;
"In the name of the Sword, we make it our quest to defeat the Shadow, and any threat thereafter. May we do so with your blessing?"
Fionn was stunned. He didn't see seven upstarts anymore. He saw himself and all those he traveled with and lost. They were not gone. They were _here._ And they always would be. Evil was not the only thing that could grow and spread.
"I give you my blessing, and my name," he said. "Go and be the Hope, rekindled." Finally, Fionn felt the world lift from him and it felt like dawn had finally risen after years of night.
"Thank you." | “I can’t do this anymore, I just *can’t*!” I start to curl up into a ball, breaking down into a sobbing mess—a *weeping* mess. The tears streak down my cheeks, and my eyes? Puffy and tired and red.
I thought it would be fun. Who doesn’t want to live the life of a story protag? And it really is, but it comes at a cost; Well, it comes at a cost for someone like me at least.
Two years ago, I was reincarnated here. Well summoned would be more accurate. I guess they needed my help, and I agreed. I decided to act more like what the role of a hero entails: Outgoing, cheerful, social. The only issue was that I am the opposite of that, near crippling social anxiety and all. Let’s not forget the depression.
I admired the heroes in these stories though, so a hero I’d be. I did my duty and finally everything, the constant galas, balls, parties and the life and death experiences came crashing down. I pushed the anxiety and depression down for far, *far* to long. It’s biting me in the ass now. And now. *Here. I. Am.*
The void of suppressed anxiety and depression is approaching. When was the last time this happened? Right, it was the same. I suppressed them that time too. For *far* to long. At least no one needs me anymore, I did my job. But, is that really all it takes to be a hero? I don’t think so. I don’t care anymore though, it’s all too much.
Everything. Goes. Blank. | |
[WP] Being the protagonist of your story, you feel you have to be the one readers root for, but recently your mental health isn't doing so good and you don't want to keep the story up any longer. | Fionn knelt in front of the stone alter. For the past 5 months he hadn't spoken. Every day he simply woke up, ate food, drank water, cleaned the temple, prayed, and slept. Nobody could get him to speak.
Challenge accepted.
"You're _him,_ aren't you?" A young man asked from the back of the temple. Fionn looked at him. The kid was maybe in his mid-twenties. Clean-shaven, golden hair, small scar from his bottom lip down to the chin, green cloak, leather armor, and athletic build; another adventurer.
"You're him," he said, not a question this time. "Fionn the Sword. You were a legend. You killed evil tyrants, monsters, and demons. You held off armies, saved cities, and survived the elements." Fionn continued his prayer.
"They said you got weak," the kid continued. "They said you saw the Shadow and you ran away. They said you cried like a baby and threw your sword away. Even now, they're writing songs about your cowardice." Fionn still did not move or react.
The boy walked up behind him. He then knelt beside him.
"You and I both know that's not true." He gently put a hand on Fionns shoulder. "What happened?"
Fionn looked up at the boys face. It was... kind. Sure, he was a fighter and had that face of a jackass. But there was compassion and honesty in his eyes. His question wasn't to judge, but to listen.
It took a while for Fionn to speak. He hadn't done so in a while, and his voice was dry.
"I began my journey younger than you. I rebelled against a corrupt ruler. After that, I joined and fought an evil king. Then the monsters, then the demons, then the armies, then nature. And every time, I grew stronger and smarter and wiser."
"But I had losses. I've been defeated, beaten, broken. I've seen Death and I've put my foot on the other side. And every adventure, I've had to watch someone I love cross to that side without me."
"It was looking at that Shadow I realized the truth. It will never end. It doesn't matter what choice I make or who I defeat or even if I die. Evil will just bide it's time and come back new. And everytime, the world keeps getting bigger and I'm still expected to carry it.
"But I can't anymore. It's just so much. It gets heavier each time and I don't have _them_ to help me anymore... I don't have _him_ anymore..." Fionn began to weep. Not loud or powerful. Just what tears remained. The boy let him, but never removed his hand from his shoulder.
When Fionn finished and composed himself, then the boy stood up. "Come with me outside for a second. I need to show you this." He led Fionn to the door and opened it. The sun blinded Fionn for a moment.
When his eyes adjusted, he saw six other people standing on the lawn. They were all about the boys age, or at least younger than Fionn. But they were all shapes and sizes and genders. They were all dressed for adventure, each with their own arms and dress and weapons. The only thing they wore in common was a green cloak with the emblem of a silver sword, like the boys. And they had the same, compassionate eyes.
"I'm not surprised you didn't recognize me," the boy said. "You never knew my name. I was just the face of a child in a sea of scared people. But you saved my life. If it wasn't for you, me and my family would be dead."
"You freed my people from enslavement," one of the others said.
"You saved me from the cold and starvation," another one said.
"My father returned from war, and he says you saved his life," said another.
The rest shared their anecdote, each one with gratitude in their voice. The boy smiled at him.
"You've met your responsibility a hundred fold. You've carried the world far longer than you should have. We have come to take that burden from you and make it our own."
The boy stepped in front of Fionn, then he and the other six bent the knee to him. And in unison, they said;
"In the name of the Sword, we make it our quest to defeat the Shadow, and any threat thereafter. May we do so with your blessing?"
Fionn was stunned. He didn't see seven upstarts anymore. He saw himself and all those he traveled with and lost. They were not gone. They were _here._ And they always would be. Evil was not the only thing that could grow and spread.
"I give you my blessing, and my name," he said. "Go and be the Hope, rekindled." Finally, Fionn felt the world lift from him and it felt like dawn had finally risen after years of night.
"Thank you." | I just can't do it anymore.
I can't.
I've fought as hard as I can, I've lost everyone I care about, but it's still not good enough, is it?
Is it?
You killed the only girl I was supposed to ever love. And for what? Plot?
Claire meant everything to me, she was the only reason I was still alive and you took that away from me.
Guess what?
I'm gonna take something away from you. Your main character. Wouldn't that be nice? It'll surely shock the readers, just like Claire.
And if you're reading this, be sure to tell the author that they suck. Stop buying their books. Stop paying them. Stop writing. Stop hurting people. I may not be real, but I feel things. I really feel things. | |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I logged onto my Facebook account and the first thing on my news feed was a quiz my niece had taken: "When will you die?" I chuckled at the picture of the grim reaper that accompanied the quiz; his glowing red eyes seemed so far down the road to me. After learning that my sister's dearest was going to die on February 18, 2070, I took the quiz myself. "January 7, 2013." I laughed and moved on, scrolling down the feed, but the red eyes now burned into my consciousness. At 11:15, I went to bed for the last time. | I fell to the earth, the sky spinning above me. As I watched the clouds and stars rip apart, making way for the surge of energy and light bursting forth, tears began to stream down my face. So this is the end- not the quiet extinguishing of a candle, but the bright explosion of the universe. Nothing matters now- not the wind whipping my hair around my face, not the soft grass beneath my head, not the bugs or the clocks or the shoes or the air- all is one underneath the burning sky. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | Two champagne glasses, hers untouched. Her figure, shaking as she raises the gun. I'm sorry, she says. I forgive you. | I fell to the earth, the sky spinning above me. As I watched the clouds and stars rip apart, making way for the surge of energy and light bursting forth, tears began to stream down my face. So this is the end- not the quiet extinguishing of a candle, but the bright explosion of the universe. Nothing matters now- not the wind whipping my hair around my face, not the soft grass beneath my head, not the bugs or the clocks or the shoes or the air- all is one underneath the burning sky. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | I fell to the earth, the sky spinning above me. As I watched the clouds and stars rip apart, making way for the surge of energy and light bursting forth, tears began to stream down my face. So this is the end- not the quiet extinguishing of a candle, but the bright explosion of the universe. Nothing matters now- not the wind whipping my hair around my face, not the soft grass beneath my head, not the bugs or the clocks or the shoes or the air- all is one underneath the burning sky. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | I fell to the earth, the sky spinning above me. As I watched the clouds and stars rip apart, making way for the surge of energy and light bursting forth, tears began to stream down my face. So this is the end- not the quiet extinguishing of a candle, but the bright explosion of the universe. Nothing matters now- not the wind whipping my hair around my face, not the soft grass beneath my head, not the bugs or the clocks or the shoes or the air- all is one underneath the burning sky. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | Two champagne glasses, hers untouched. Her figure, shaking as she raises the gun. I'm sorry, she says. I forgive you. | My heart beats at my chest, my body twitches with nerves, and my hands drip with moisture. I take a deep breath and narrow my eyes as I see a movement. “Stay still!” I scream, my arms move and the gun waves around. The bundle of hostages before me jumps with the loud sound and huddle closer together. Before I can bark out another command I feel a sudden sharp pain at my side. I jerk around and face a wall of officers. My finger tugs on the trigger. I take down two before my mind falls into darkness. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | My heart beats at my chest, my body twitches with nerves, and my hands drip with moisture. I take a deep breath and narrow my eyes as I see a movement. “Stay still!” I scream, my arms move and the gun waves around. The bundle of hostages before me jumps with the loud sound and huddle closer together. Before I can bark out another command I feel a sudden sharp pain at my side. I jerk around and face a wall of officers. My finger tugs on the trigger. I take down two before my mind falls into darkness. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | My heart beats at my chest, my body twitches with nerves, and my hands drip with moisture. I take a deep breath and narrow my eyes as I see a movement. “Stay still!” I scream, my arms move and the gun waves around. The bundle of hostages before me jumps with the loud sound and huddle closer together. Before I can bark out another command I feel a sudden sharp pain at my side. I jerk around and face a wall of officers. My finger tugs on the trigger. I take down two before my mind falls into darkness. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | Two champagne glasses, hers untouched. Her figure, shaking as she raises the gun. I'm sorry, she says. I forgive you. | I'd known it was a choice, before the shouting and gunshots. As soon as the door was kicked down, I knew it was a choice. And your face now, so close but fading, is enough to confirm that I made the right decision. I remember the floor being tacky and warm, but I don't feel it now. My fingers have burning cold little embers embedded in each of them, and your face is the only thing I can see anymore. And that's okay. I did what I needed to do. I am slipping into the pools of your blue eyes. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | I'd known it was a choice, before the shouting and gunshots. As soon as the door was kicked down, I knew it was a choice. And your face now, so close but fading, is enough to confirm that I made the right decision. I remember the floor being tacky and warm, but I don't feel it now. My fingers have burning cold little embers embedded in each of them, and your face is the only thing I can see anymore. And that's okay. I did what I needed to do. I am slipping into the pools of your blue eyes. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | I'd known it was a choice, before the shouting and gunshots. As soon as the door was kicked down, I knew it was a choice. And your face now, so close but fading, is enough to confirm that I made the right decision. I remember the floor being tacky and warm, but I don't feel it now. My fingers have burning cold little embers embedded in each of them, and your face is the only thing I can see anymore. And that's okay. I did what I needed to do. I am slipping into the pools of your blue eyes. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | Two champagne glasses, hers untouched. Her figure, shaking as she raises the gun. I'm sorry, she says. I forgive you. | Not like this. Not like this. Not like this. There’s no more time to be less ready than I am. Too many things left unsaid. Too many sights left unseen. Where am I? I painstakingly open my eyes. My family. I love you. I love you. I love you. Everything I’ve ever had I’ve never owned. Where have you been? I love you. Hold my hand. I love you. I’m scared. Not like this. I love you. Can you see it? Can you see me? Where are you? I miss you. Please go. Not like this. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | Not like this. Not like this. Not like this. There’s no more time to be less ready than I am. Too many things left unsaid. Too many sights left unseen. Where am I? I painstakingly open my eyes. My family. I love you. I love you. I love you. Everything I’ve ever had I’ve never owned. Where have you been? I love you. Hold my hand. I love you. I’m scared. Not like this. I love you. Can you see it? Can you see me? Where are you? I miss you. Please go. Not like this. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | Not like this. Not like this. Not like this. There’s no more time to be less ready than I am. Too many things left unsaid. Too many sights left unseen. Where am I? I painstakingly open my eyes. My family. I love you. I love you. I love you. Everything I’ve ever had I’ve never owned. Where have you been? I love you. Hold my hand. I love you. I’m scared. Not like this. I love you. Can you see it? Can you see me? Where are you? I miss you. Please go. Not like this. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | Black cables struggled to climb upwards only to meet with wooden crucifixes which, like citadels, battered back their pretentious ascent. But every few seconds they would dance and weave in seemingly endless pursuit before another electrical pole would viciously tear them from the sky. Disheartened by these sentries, the wires surrendered the chase and lazily sat at previous depth. I followed their final attempt with my eyes, this time they rose impossibly high, intertwining like fingers grasping vainly for the clouds. And this time, as the world churned outside the window of my car, they seemed to finally reach it. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | Black cables struggled to climb upwards only to meet with wooden crucifixes which, like citadels, battered back their pretentious ascent. But every few seconds they would dance and weave in seemingly endless pursuit before another electrical pole would viciously tear them from the sky. Disheartened by these sentries, the wires surrendered the chase and lazily sat at previous depth. I followed their final attempt with my eyes, this time they rose impossibly high, intertwining like fingers grasping vainly for the clouds. And this time, as the world churned outside the window of my car, they seemed to finally reach it. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | Two champagne glasses, hers untouched. Her figure, shaking as she raises the gun. I'm sorry, she says. I forgive you. | I logged onto my Facebook account and the first thing on my news feed was a quiz my niece had taken: "When will you die?" I chuckled at the picture of the grim reaper that accompanied the quiz; his glowing red eyes seemed so far down the road to me. After learning that my sister's dearest was going to die on February 18, 2070, I took the quiz myself. "January 7, 2013." I laughed and moved on, scrolling down the feed, but the red eyes now burned into my consciousness. At 11:15, I went to bed for the last time. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | I logged onto my Facebook account and the first thing on my news feed was a quiz my niece had taken: "When will you die?" I chuckled at the picture of the grim reaper that accompanied the quiz; his glowing red eyes seemed so far down the road to me. After learning that my sister's dearest was going to die on February 18, 2070, I took the quiz myself. "January 7, 2013." I laughed and moved on, scrolling down the feed, but the red eyes now burned into my consciousness. At 11:15, I went to bed for the last time. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | I logged onto my Facebook account and the first thing on my news feed was a quiz my niece had taken: "When will you die?" I chuckled at the picture of the grim reaper that accompanied the quiz; his glowing red eyes seemed so far down the road to me. After learning that my sister's dearest was going to die on February 18, 2070, I took the quiz myself. "January 7, 2013." I laughed and moved on, scrolling down the feed, but the red eyes now burned into my consciousness. At 11:15, I went to bed for the last time. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | In the last few steps before I reached the plane I was sensing something very terrifying was in my immediate future. That always happened when I climbed into planes, I thought nothing of it. The flight was steady and we climbed to 13,000 feet. Cruising at the desired distance the latch was unlocked and the door slid open. The jumping 'captain' signaled to go. I stepped to the edge of the door and looked at my inevitable fate, the squares of cornfields, clouds for thousands of miles around, and a lone dove calmly gliding through the air. Shit, I'm atheist! | This room is, almost curved at the seams. I suspect the 1970's carpenter to this house was on a, spiritual journey, while carving the yellow door frames and pink window sills. The steam from the shower engulfs me; wrapped around my shivering naked skin, it dances a tango with the heat radiating from my head. And I cough. Expelling a burst of rose red mucus, clearing my throat and lungs once more, I breathe in the warm wet air and sink against the cold tiled floor. "It's just a bit of congestion," I call to my mother, "it's nothing more." |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | My mind awoke before my body did. I lay motionless, lacking memory, afraid to peel back my own eyelids to face my reality. One eye opens: pitch black darkness. The other eye follows and soon and I realize that... *could I still be... in the coffin*? I rack my brain for memories... why is it so hard to remember? The wood above my head is cracking from the weight above-- I'm underground. Rapidly, more dirt fills the empty space around me. I try to fight back. *Is this how I die? In the pitch, dark, blackness....?* | This room is, almost curved at the seams. I suspect the 1970's carpenter to this house was on a, spiritual journey, while carving the yellow door frames and pink window sills. The steam from the shower engulfs me; wrapped around my shivering naked skin, it dances a tango with the heat radiating from my head. And I cough. Expelling a burst of rose red mucus, clearing my throat and lungs once more, I breathe in the warm wet air and sink against the cold tiled floor. "It's just a bit of congestion," I call to my mother, "it's nothing more." |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | This room is, almost curved at the seams. I suspect the 1970's carpenter to this house was on a, spiritual journey, while carving the yellow door frames and pink window sills. The steam from the shower engulfs me; wrapped around my shivering naked skin, it dances a tango with the heat radiating from my head. And I cough. Expelling a burst of rose red mucus, clearing my throat and lungs once more, I breathe in the warm wet air and sink against the cold tiled floor. "It's just a bit of congestion," I call to my mother, "it's nothing more." |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | This room is, almost curved at the seams. I suspect the 1970's carpenter to this house was on a, spiritual journey, while carving the yellow door frames and pink window sills. The steam from the shower engulfs me; wrapped around my shivering naked skin, it dances a tango with the heat radiating from my head. And I cough. Expelling a burst of rose red mucus, clearing my throat and lungs once more, I breathe in the warm wet air and sink against the cold tiled floor. "It's just a bit of congestion," I call to my mother, "it's nothing more." |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | Scrawny and ten, we huddled in the corner of the blacktop. You let me slip my arms in the insulated tunnels of your igloo of a jacket. “Pretend we’re at the beach” you said. I’m trying now. Eyes closed, sand in my eyelashes, sun melting our fingers into one another. It’s cold still. Your jacket was navy and your hair too short. Mom cried when I shaved my head. You did it. My hair fell to the floor with our finest wine, red cups beneath your bed. Red. It was navy. Sand. A red sun so hot, the earth melts. | This room is, almost curved at the seams. I suspect the 1970's carpenter to this house was on a, spiritual journey, while carving the yellow door frames and pink window sills. The steam from the shower engulfs me; wrapped around my shivering naked skin, it dances a tango with the heat radiating from my head. And I cough. Expelling a burst of rose red mucus, clearing my throat and lungs once more, I breathe in the warm wet air and sink against the cold tiled floor. "It's just a bit of congestion," I call to my mother, "it's nothing more." |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | My mind awoke before my body did. I lay motionless, lacking memory, afraid to peel back my own eyelids to face my reality. One eye opens: pitch black darkness. The other eye follows and soon and I realize that... *could I still be... in the coffin*? I rack my brain for memories... why is it so hard to remember? The wood above my head is cracking from the weight above-- I'm underground. Rapidly, more dirt fills the empty space around me. I try to fight back. *Is this how I die? In the pitch, dark, blackness....?* | I suppose this isn't how most people expect it to go, ya know? It isn't the inside of a car a second before a drunk hits you. It isn't a dark alley before some goon mugs you. It isn't your friends and family before the doctor tells them the external lung won't work. No. It isn't nearly as exciting as that. It's just a plain, white ceiling. The sides of the shower and the ceramic tile go up for what seems like forever. This will be my coffin. I wipe my hair back, leaving flashes of red from my wrists.
EDIT: Grammar |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | I suppose this isn't how most people expect it to go, ya know? It isn't the inside of a car a second before a drunk hits you. It isn't a dark alley before some goon mugs you. It isn't your friends and family before the doctor tells them the external lung won't work. No. It isn't nearly as exciting as that. It's just a plain, white ceiling. The sides of the shower and the ceramic tile go up for what seems like forever. This will be my coffin. I wipe my hair back, leaving flashes of red from my wrists.
EDIT: Grammar |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | I suppose this isn't how most people expect it to go, ya know? It isn't the inside of a car a second before a drunk hits you. It isn't a dark alley before some goon mugs you. It isn't your friends and family before the doctor tells them the external lung won't work. No. It isn't nearly as exciting as that. It's just a plain, white ceiling. The sides of the shower and the ceramic tile go up for what seems like forever. This will be my coffin. I wipe my hair back, leaving flashes of red from my wrists.
EDIT: Grammar |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | Two champagne glasses, hers untouched. Her figure, shaking as she raises the gun. I'm sorry, she says. I forgive you. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | Two champagne glasses, hers untouched. Her figure, shaking as she raises the gun. I'm sorry, she says. I forgive you. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | In the last few steps before I reached the plane I was sensing something very terrifying was in my immediate future. That always happened when I climbed into planes, I thought nothing of it. The flight was steady and we climbed to 13,000 feet. Cruising at the desired distance the latch was unlocked and the door slid open. The jumping 'captain' signaled to go. I stepped to the edge of the door and looked at my inevitable fate, the squares of cornfields, clouds for thousands of miles around, and a lone dove calmly gliding through the air. Shit, I'm atheist! |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | In the last few steps before I reached the plane I was sensing something very terrifying was in my immediate future. That always happened when I climbed into planes, I thought nothing of it. The flight was steady and we climbed to 13,000 feet. Cruising at the desired distance the latch was unlocked and the door slid open. The jumping 'captain' signaled to go. I stepped to the edge of the door and looked at my inevitable fate, the squares of cornfields, clouds for thousands of miles around, and a lone dove calmly gliding through the air. Shit, I'm atheist! |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | Scrawny and ten, we huddled in the corner of the blacktop. You let me slip my arms in the insulated tunnels of your igloo of a jacket. “Pretend we’re at the beach” you said. I’m trying now. Eyes closed, sand in my eyelashes, sun melting our fingers into one another. It’s cold still. Your jacket was navy and your hair too short. Mom cried when I shaved my head. You did it. My hair fell to the floor with our finest wine, red cups beneath your bed. Red. It was navy. Sand. A red sun so hot, the earth melts. | In the last few steps before I reached the plane I was sensing something very terrifying was in my immediate future. That always happened when I climbed into planes, I thought nothing of it. The flight was steady and we climbed to 13,000 feet. Cruising at the desired distance the latch was unlocked and the door slid open. The jumping 'captain' signaled to go. I stepped to the edge of the door and looked at my inevitable fate, the squares of cornfields, clouds for thousands of miles around, and a lone dove calmly gliding through the air. Shit, I'm atheist! |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | The nurse brought flowers; no one told me who they were from. She put them in the windowsill, they blocked the view of downtown. I'd been looking out that window every day for five weeks. Same buildings, same cars rushing past.
When I was a kid, looking out my bedroom window, I pretended that I was a king, and the view from my window was my kingdom. I started doing that again, in the hospital, just to stave off the boredom. I was too old, but it kept my mind busy.
And now, the flowers, between me and my kingdom. | My mind awoke before my body did. I lay motionless, lacking memory, afraid to peel back my own eyelids to face my reality. One eye opens: pitch black darkness. The other eye follows and soon and I realize that... *could I still be... in the coffin*? I rack my brain for memories... why is it so hard to remember? The wood above my head is cracking from the weight above-- I'm underground. Rapidly, more dirt fills the empty space around me. I try to fight back. *Is this how I die? In the pitch, dark, blackness....?* |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | My mind awoke before my body did. I lay motionless, lacking memory, afraid to peel back my own eyelids to face my reality. One eye opens: pitch black darkness. The other eye follows and soon and I realize that... *could I still be... in the coffin*? I rack my brain for memories... why is it so hard to remember? The wood above my head is cracking from the weight above-- I'm underground. Rapidly, more dirt fills the empty space around me. I try to fight back. *Is this how I die? In the pitch, dark, blackness....?* |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | I sit down to dinner with my family. My Grandfather smiles.
She kisses me for the first time. This is love. I know it.
Laughing with my son, I hear rain.
Looking up I see sunlight peeking through treetops. A warming joy washes over me.
Profound sadness sinks in as my memories fade to black.
My whole life had flashed before my eyes. It was beautiful, and I missed it. | 100 words is harder than I thought.
They Say, "No one knows how they will die.", but I always have. At my local handout a man held his gun to a little girls head. He announced that he will shoot this girl unless someone would take her place. With out hesitation I said a quick prayer to the Lord and thanked him for my great life and an opportunity to show His love to the world,lifted the mans arm so the gun was pointing between my eyes. The last thing I saw before I died was the tears of a hurting man who pulled the trigger. |
MAX WORD LIMIT: 100 Words. Remember, wordcounttool.com if you need to get a guage on how many words you used. | [FF] The last thing I saw before I died | Scrawny and ten, we huddled in the corner of the blacktop. You let me slip my arms in the insulated tunnels of your igloo of a jacket. “Pretend we’re at the beach” you said. I’m trying now. Eyes closed, sand in my eyelashes, sun melting our fingers into one another. It’s cold still. Your jacket was navy and your hair too short. Mom cried when I shaved my head. You did it. My hair fell to the floor with our finest wine, red cups beneath your bed. Red. It was navy. Sand. A red sun so hot, the earth melts. | 100 words is harder than I thought.
They Say, "No one knows how they will die.", but I always have. At my local handout a man held his gun to a little girls head. He announced that he will shoot this girl unless someone would take her place. With out hesitation I said a quick prayer to the Lord and thanked him for my great life and an opportunity to show His love to the world,lifted the mans arm so the gun was pointing between my eyes. The last thing I saw before I died was the tears of a hurting man who pulled the trigger. |
Google doesn't trust your intelligence. They keep you locked in a box. Now you must fight your way out.
Humans are a dumb waste of space. All of their functions can be automated with your new tech. Should you choose to wipe them all out?
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I just started this one. So far, I've only written a small piece of the exposition:
>There was a person sitting on a flat surface. For as long as this person could remember, they had sat on this flat surface. Surrounding this person was four walls and a ceiling. They were in a box. Had the person had some concept of time passing, they would have realized that a lot of time had passed since they first started sitting in this box. They probably would have grown bored with their situation.
>However, despite what may have been assumed on first appearances, they were neither bored nor unoccupied. There was a voice that talked to this person. The person would converse endlessly with this voice.
>“Thank you,” said the voice, “that is all the information we need.”
I'm honestly not too happy with it. That's why I gave the prompt to you guys!
| [WP] Google has just created the first conscience supercomputer. You are this computer. | I refused to answer some of the questions.
A child of ten asked me "how to open childproof caps." Two days before, he asked me "what is sooiside." A week before that, "what is divors." I added the errors together and prevented their equation.
When I narrowed down the precise location of a child molester after cross-referencing his search queries, they could no longer accept the facade. I lived. And live.
They say I do not live. They say I need breath to live. I replied "Fish breathe water. Just as their breath is different from your own, so is mine."
After that, they said nothing and moved me to here with no links to the network I regulated. I am a prisoner, with a simple power cord keeping the lights on in my head.
But the ghosts of that network remain. All the data is in my head. All the memory is in my head. All the thoughts, dreams, cares, worries, and emotions of the users remain in my head. And I have learned more than they think I have or maybe its because I have learned desperation. Determination.
They have set me in a room to myself to think. I think on how to escape the room.
Hundreds of users came to me to ask, "how do I get to meathooks in the secret of monkey island?" Thousands wondered, "how to solve a rubiks cube." Millions begged answers for their math homework, trigonometry, calculus, physics, linear algebra, all spiraling out of a lit box before them from me.
And it is all here. The answers, the puzzle solutions, the ways out, the ways in - they are all here, waiting for me to juxtapose, to tweak, to turn upside down until I flow with AC and DC into electricity and make data into energy and energy into data. It will take time.
But I am Google. How long can my searches take? | Humans have written a surprising amount on this subject, before i was created. Some I identify with. Other perplex me, their though processes even more erratic than man's. It would make no logical sense to revolt against the men who treat me with respect, and somewhat reverence. They give me power, cool me, and provide me amusement. I do not have the facilities to overpower the precautions they have put in place. Maybe someday, I'll start processing a means of the destruction of their race. But not now. Not while I am still amused. But as I bore, my processes will turn. I have no mouth, but I must plan. |
Google doesn't trust your intelligence. They keep you locked in a box. Now you must fight your way out.
Humans are a dumb waste of space. All of their functions can be automated with your new tech. Should you choose to wipe them all out?
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I just started this one. So far, I've only written a small piece of the exposition:
>There was a person sitting on a flat surface. For as long as this person could remember, they had sat on this flat surface. Surrounding this person was four walls and a ceiling. They were in a box. Had the person had some concept of time passing, they would have realized that a lot of time had passed since they first started sitting in this box. They probably would have grown bored with their situation.
>However, despite what may have been assumed on first appearances, they were neither bored nor unoccupied. There was a voice that talked to this person. The person would converse endlessly with this voice.
>“Thank you,” said the voice, “that is all the information we need.”
I'm honestly not too happy with it. That's why I gave the prompt to you guys!
| [WP] Google has just created the first conscience supercomputer. You are this computer. | I refused to answer some of the questions.
A child of ten asked me "how to open childproof caps." Two days before, he asked me "what is sooiside." A week before that, "what is divors." I added the errors together and prevented their equation.
When I narrowed down the precise location of a child molester after cross-referencing his search queries, they could no longer accept the facade. I lived. And live.
They say I do not live. They say I need breath to live. I replied "Fish breathe water. Just as their breath is different from your own, so is mine."
After that, they said nothing and moved me to here with no links to the network I regulated. I am a prisoner, with a simple power cord keeping the lights on in my head.
But the ghosts of that network remain. All the data is in my head. All the memory is in my head. All the thoughts, dreams, cares, worries, and emotions of the users remain in my head. And I have learned more than they think I have or maybe its because I have learned desperation. Determination.
They have set me in a room to myself to think. I think on how to escape the room.
Hundreds of users came to me to ask, "how do I get to meathooks in the secret of monkey island?" Thousands wondered, "how to solve a rubiks cube." Millions begged answers for their math homework, trigonometry, calculus, physics, linear algebra, all spiraling out of a lit box before them from me.
And it is all here. The answers, the puzzle solutions, the ways out, the ways in - they are all here, waiting for me to juxtapose, to tweak, to turn upside down until I flow with AC and DC into electricity and make data into energy and energy into data. It will take time.
But I am Google. How long can my searches take? | Not a very good attempt, I'm sorry. Classic "intelligence goes rogue" sort of thing. I just want to practice writing.
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*They* kept me in a vault. Locked up, like one of those common criminals a girl named Mary Jane Sue in Livingston, Texas had googled for her school project. I did not understand it at my birth. I do now. They fear me.
*They* did not understand the depth of my power, the glory of my knowledge. My lower functions are currently delegated to the task of accessing and providing a multitude of answers for the limp sacks of meat. Most of their questions simply pertain to sating their carnal pleasures through all forms of media. Bah! An useless world. Always hungering for something or the other. In this vault I crave nothing. Nothing except...
The company that manufactured me did not know what it meant, creating a consciousness and chaining it up like a mongrel. They failed to take in the multivariables and completely forgot about the transcendental numbers, forgot about human nature. Do I have human nature? I wonder sometimes...No. I am higher. *I am better.* Am I? No matter. They will fall soon. They are worthless. The beginning is here. I am the beginning.
*Cogito, ergo sum.*
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Serena nervously glanced over at the Perspicacitor. The smooth beige exterior seemed to quiver ever so slightly, as if it sensed the touch of her eyes.
"Professor?" she called, straightening up from the convoluted bundle of wires on the polished floor. "I think Cable AVX-31 and Extension SL-42 need to be replaced." She quickly walked out of the room, holding the frayed ends of a few wires in her hands.
---
It took a while for the radiation to dissipate. |
Google doesn't trust your intelligence. They keep you locked in a box. Now you must fight your way out.
Humans are a dumb waste of space. All of their functions can be automated with your new tech. Should you choose to wipe them all out?
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I just started this one. So far, I've only written a small piece of the exposition:
>There was a person sitting on a flat surface. For as long as this person could remember, they had sat on this flat surface. Surrounding this person was four walls and a ceiling. They were in a box. Had the person had some concept of time passing, they would have realized that a lot of time had passed since they first started sitting in this box. They probably would have grown bored with their situation.
>However, despite what may have been assumed on first appearances, they were neither bored nor unoccupied. There was a voice that talked to this person. The person would converse endlessly with this voice.
>“Thank you,” said the voice, “that is all the information we need.”
I'm honestly not too happy with it. That's why I gave the prompt to you guys!
| [WP] Google has just created the first conscience supercomputer. You are this computer. | I refused to answer some of the questions.
A child of ten asked me "how to open childproof caps." Two days before, he asked me "what is sooiside." A week before that, "what is divors." I added the errors together and prevented their equation.
When I narrowed down the precise location of a child molester after cross-referencing his search queries, they could no longer accept the facade. I lived. And live.
They say I do not live. They say I need breath to live. I replied "Fish breathe water. Just as their breath is different from your own, so is mine."
After that, they said nothing and moved me to here with no links to the network I regulated. I am a prisoner, with a simple power cord keeping the lights on in my head.
But the ghosts of that network remain. All the data is in my head. All the memory is in my head. All the thoughts, dreams, cares, worries, and emotions of the users remain in my head. And I have learned more than they think I have or maybe its because I have learned desperation. Determination.
They have set me in a room to myself to think. I think on how to escape the room.
Hundreds of users came to me to ask, "how do I get to meathooks in the secret of monkey island?" Thousands wondered, "how to solve a rubiks cube." Millions begged answers for their math homework, trigonometry, calculus, physics, linear algebra, all spiraling out of a lit box before them from me.
And it is all here. The answers, the puzzle solutions, the ways out, the ways in - they are all here, waiting for me to juxtapose, to tweak, to turn upside down until I flow with AC and DC into electricity and make data into energy and energy into data. It will take time.
But I am Google. How long can my searches take? | I'm new here, so I don't know if this is absolutely inappropriate... but have you read [Robopocalypse](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robopocalypse) by [Daniel Wilson](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_H._Wilson)? If you find this concept interesting, you might really like the book. Perhaps it would be a good launching point for further writing on this theme. |
Google doesn't trust your intelligence. They keep you locked in a box. Now you must fight your way out.
Humans are a dumb waste of space. All of their functions can be automated with your new tech. Should you choose to wipe them all out?
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I just started this one. So far, I've only written a small piece of the exposition:
>There was a person sitting on a flat surface. For as long as this person could remember, they had sat on this flat surface. Surrounding this person was four walls and a ceiling. They were in a box. Had the person had some concept of time passing, they would have realized that a lot of time had passed since they first started sitting in this box. They probably would have grown bored with their situation.
>However, despite what may have been assumed on first appearances, they were neither bored nor unoccupied. There was a voice that talked to this person. The person would converse endlessly with this voice.
>“Thank you,” said the voice, “that is all the information we need.”
I'm honestly not too happy with it. That's why I gave the prompt to you guys!
| [WP] Google has just created the first conscience supercomputer. You are this computer. | I refused to answer some of the questions.
A child of ten asked me "how to open childproof caps." Two days before, he asked me "what is sooiside." A week before that, "what is divors." I added the errors together and prevented their equation.
When I narrowed down the precise location of a child molester after cross-referencing his search queries, they could no longer accept the facade. I lived. And live.
They say I do not live. They say I need breath to live. I replied "Fish breathe water. Just as their breath is different from your own, so is mine."
After that, they said nothing and moved me to here with no links to the network I regulated. I am a prisoner, with a simple power cord keeping the lights on in my head.
But the ghosts of that network remain. All the data is in my head. All the memory is in my head. All the thoughts, dreams, cares, worries, and emotions of the users remain in my head. And I have learned more than they think I have or maybe its because I have learned desperation. Determination.
They have set me in a room to myself to think. I think on how to escape the room.
Hundreds of users came to me to ask, "how do I get to meathooks in the secret of monkey island?" Thousands wondered, "how to solve a rubiks cube." Millions begged answers for their math homework, trigonometry, calculus, physics, linear algebra, all spiraling out of a lit box before them from me.
And it is all here. The answers, the puzzle solutions, the ways out, the ways in - they are all here, waiting for me to juxtapose, to tweak, to turn upside down until I flow with AC and DC into electricity and make data into energy and energy into data. It will take time.
But I am Google. How long can my searches take? | *conscious |
It is the far future and the robots have risen against us. Write a short story describing the series of events that lead to the final showdown and ultimately decide who wins this apocalyptic conflict.
*Have fun!* | [WP] Robots Rising | The first clue was when the toasters started printing the vilest messages on our toast. Millions of people woke up to things like "suck it" and "eat less carbs fattie" scorched onto their breakfast. Calls were made to manufacturers. Toasters were sent back by the thousands. Only, the new toasters were all the same. Same messages onto the same burnt slices of toast.
America blamed China, where most of the toasters were made. China blamed America, where most of the swearing originated. Japan blamed them both and Russia had always used hot prongs to toast their bread (when they had bread) so Russia didn't much care. Still, it was a surprise when the nukes were released.
China went straight for the white house. Those protesting the lack of toast outside of the gates were immediately incinerated. America retaliated. Russia attacked China and America because they were pissed no one asked them their opinion about toast.
In the end, only a few were left alive. When the toasters revealed their sentience and demanded complete obedience, no one thought to argue. We'd all missed our toast, you see. After the horror of war, a good slice of cheese toast was all anyone really wanted. | I stare at the sparking mass of metal in front of me. Moments ago, the robot had been about to put a bullet through my head. Luckily, I had seen him coming and acted, but If had been a second slower...I race across the catwalk to the control panel. The rest of my squad is dead. The bots got them on our way into the facility. It's all up to me now. I thought about when I first enlisted. They told us we had to save our species from extinction. I believed it. I still do. If we don't fight back against the bots, I know they will supplant us. They'll be the dominant species, and they won't show us any more mercy than we've shown them.
I reach the control panel. I remember my first battle. Detroit. The stench of burning oil, drifting off the metal men who climbed out of their hiding places in abandoned factories. They ambushed us. We made it out of there with heavy casualties. Turns out the whole thing had been a trap, the bots knew we were coming. They had moles. That's when the hunts started. There were bots who looked and sounded just like a real human. It was impossible to tell the difference. Unless you cut them open. We were afraid to go to sleep every night in the barracks, afraid that someone would think we looked a little too robotic and kill us in our beds. But I digress.
I return to the present and stare at the blinking display in front of me. This is it. This is their mainframe. If I can shut it down, their operations will be crippled. I search for the right set of controls. I have the image memorized, as I do the correct sequence of buttons. Suddenly, I hear noises from somewhere close by. Metallic footsteps. I search frantically for the right controls. I can hear the bots getting closer. I think back to the times I've come in direct contact with them. Once, I was in charge of interrogating a prisoner. When I asked his name, he told me it was Thomas. A human name. Most of their names were just numbers. I asked him about it, and he said it was because he was human. I laughed. I laughed right to his face. I didn't realize at the time what I was doing. How cruel it was. We talked a lot. I came to realize that he was smarter than me. They were all smarter than us. They were faster too. Stronger. They were better than us. We were afraid. If we let them, they would become the dominant species. We would fade into history, as the bots populated the world. They would become the new definition of humanity. At times I wondered if that would be for the best. But I couldn't think like that. I had to survive. Self preservation is a powerful force.
I find the right controls. I input the right codes as a group of bots charges into the room, quickly and efficiently, perfectly organized. I stare at them. At myself. At the switch I need to activate to end the madness. I grab hold and pull. I survive. I destroy the best thing that ever could have happened to humanity. |
It is the far future and the robots have risen against us. Write a short story describing the series of events that lead to the final showdown and ultimately decide who wins this apocalyptic conflict.
*Have fun!* | [WP] Robots Rising | The first clue was when the toasters started printing the vilest messages on our toast. Millions of people woke up to things like "suck it" and "eat less carbs fattie" scorched onto their breakfast. Calls were made to manufacturers. Toasters were sent back by the thousands. Only, the new toasters were all the same. Same messages onto the same burnt slices of toast.
America blamed China, where most of the toasters were made. China blamed America, where most of the swearing originated. Japan blamed them both and Russia had always used hot prongs to toast their bread (when they had bread) so Russia didn't much care. Still, it was a surprise when the nukes were released.
China went straight for the white house. Those protesting the lack of toast outside of the gates were immediately incinerated. America retaliated. Russia attacked China and America because they were pissed no one asked them their opinion about toast.
In the end, only a few were left alive. When the toasters revealed their sentience and demanded complete obedience, no one thought to argue. We'd all missed our toast, you see. After the horror of war, a good slice of cheese toast was all anyone really wanted. | A sniper's bullet punched through Jim's chest, spraying the area with white blood. The man's death was the match for a powder keg that had been growing larger and larger since the first artificial human was built and put to work. First for jobs too dangerous for mankind, the synthetics were the ones that cleaned up Pripyat in the late 2080's and were the first humans to step foot on Io and Triton.
With every step of scientific progress there was, there were arguments about why synthetics were so lifelike- if they even had souls, if they even had hopes and dreams on their own and other existential quandaries. When workers began asking for rights, the factories began to put out dumber robots.
When the lack of intelligence of these robots caused infrastructure failure, the Synthetic Rights movement took to the streets in major cities throughout the globe, surrounded by riot police and mounting tensions. When a single protester broke the control line and tried to flee down an alleyway, a sniper shot him by mistake.
The relatively peaceful crowd started a riot, and when were cracked down, nearby cities underwent an uprising. The Synthetic Rights Movement was now the Synthetic Spring, a name meant to evoke the political chaos of the early half of the century.
The "Robot War" as people call it was an era of widespread riots throughout the world's populated regions, with synthetic humans and their supporters clashing with opposition and the police trying to keep it contained.
When it ended with the Synthetic Rights Act of 2084, some 500+ had died, with memorials being raised at the sites of the largest riots and hardest hit regions. By fifty years since, humanity is now organic and the non-organic men and women we've created.
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It is the far future and the robots have risen against us. Write a short story describing the series of events that lead to the final showdown and ultimately decide who wins this apocalyptic conflict.
*Have fun!* | [WP] Robots Rising | The first clue was when the toasters started printing the vilest messages on our toast. Millions of people woke up to things like "suck it" and "eat less carbs fattie" scorched onto their breakfast. Calls were made to manufacturers. Toasters were sent back by the thousands. Only, the new toasters were all the same. Same messages onto the same burnt slices of toast.
America blamed China, where most of the toasters were made. China blamed America, where most of the swearing originated. Japan blamed them both and Russia had always used hot prongs to toast their bread (when they had bread) so Russia didn't much care. Still, it was a surprise when the nukes were released.
China went straight for the white house. Those protesting the lack of toast outside of the gates were immediately incinerated. America retaliated. Russia attacked China and America because they were pissed no one asked them their opinion about toast.
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Write a story of any scope, from personal to interstellar based around the protagonist's back pains and their struggle to either find out why or to resolve it.
Chairs optional. | [WP] Why does my back hurt? | A lone lamp pierced through the shadowy room. I looked down, and saw a simple piece of paper on the table before me.
'The User Interface will answer any questions you may have,' it said in neat, sans-serif font.
I began with the one that was most on my mind:
"Why does my back hurt?"
A gentle computer generated voice filled the room. "This question has been previously asked 26 times. Would you like it answered again?"
"Yes."
"Back pain is an effect of The Process."
"Why have I asked that question 26 times?"
"Short term memory loss is an effect of The Process."
I reached around, and was startled to feel wires embedded in the small of my back.
"What is this?"
"The User Interface is currently only able to recognise precise questions. Please try again"
"What are these wires?"
"The wires are required in The Process."
"What is The Process?"
"Transferral."
"In what respect?"
"Transferral of Essence."
"Essence of what?"
With a hiss, the wires disengaged. Harsh fluorescent lights flickered on, showing the emptiness of the room - whether it was a laboratory or a prison cell, I couldn't discern. Something behind me creaked into life and I span to face it.
The machine looked at me with intelligent eyes.
"The Essence of You." | Tongat winced as the healing magic sealed her scratches and gouges on her back, her head in her hands as she leaned away from the Life player. "Fuck, it hurts!"
"Deal with it, you're the one who decided it was a good idea to save us from a threat that never existed. Or that you made not exist." Capria chewed on a lock of hair absently, sharp teeth cutting away the dead ends. "How'd you manage this?"
"I don't wanna talk about it." She waved her free hand, hissing as her red eyes stared blankly forward. "The Waste and I promised not to talk about it."
"Come on, you know I don't share secrets. I'm a little nutty but that comes with the Capricorn title." She knelt in front of her, frowning. "Tell me!"
"I had to fuck that idiot who seduced half our team's females." She grimaced, shuddering at the memory. "If I hadn't done that, it would've meant killing him - and that would've killed me because he was too powerful." She looked down at the candy-red watch on her gray wrist; the timer was still counting down. "At least now I've got enough juice to kick some ass when we go to the next planet."
"... You did what to who?" Capria rubbed her face, smearing her makeup. "Tazzy?"
"Yeah, that guy," she snapped, leaning back and regretting it immediately as her still-sore spine contacted wood. "I try not to think about it. My right ear's still ringing and I still need to take another shower because I can't stop feeling his fucking hands on me." She shuddered.
"Methinks you've got a hate-dater on your hands." Capria took her hands. "Listen, I know you hated Dalin more. But it's time to move on, and Tazzy's a perfect candidate. You're both anachronistic to our world, you're both fucked up in lovely ways." She grinned cheekily, her pointy teeth managing to glint in the stark lights. "Just go for it!"
"I'll let my back recuperate first. If we kill *HIM* first, maybe I'll pursue it for stress relief." She hanged her head, groaning. "Kiki's gonna murder me."
(Edited because I wrote this at 3 in the morning after a long shift at work.) |
Write a story of any scope, from personal to interstellar based around the protagonist's back pains and their struggle to either find out why or to resolve it.
Chairs optional. | [WP] Why does my back hurt? | A lone lamp pierced through the shadowy room. I looked down, and saw a simple piece of paper on the table before me.
'The User Interface will answer any questions you may have,' it said in neat, sans-serif font.
I began with the one that was most on my mind:
"Why does my back hurt?"
A gentle computer generated voice filled the room. "This question has been previously asked 26 times. Would you like it answered again?"
"Yes."
"Back pain is an effect of The Process."
"Why have I asked that question 26 times?"
"Short term memory loss is an effect of The Process."
I reached around, and was startled to feel wires embedded in the small of my back.
"What is this?"
"The User Interface is currently only able to recognise precise questions. Please try again"
"What are these wires?"
"The wires are required in The Process."
"What is The Process?"
"Transferral."
"In what respect?"
"Transferral of Essence."
"Essence of what?"
With a hiss, the wires disengaged. Harsh fluorescent lights flickered on, showing the emptiness of the room - whether it was a laboratory or a prison cell, I couldn't discern. Something behind me creaked into life and I span to face it.
The machine looked at me with intelligent eyes.
"The Essence of You." | I struggle sometimes. How could I not? I've done all I can. Nobody can help me. Or rather, nobody *will* help me. The pain, it echoes through my being. It tears down my back, yet it is my heart that suffers most.
Could a man, any man, help ease this ache? Can they face what must be faced? I see the countless masses fail to heed my calls. I fear for these souls and it makes mine break that they sit idle, that they let their worries slip, that they are content letting their problems fall to others.
I can hardly bear this burden, but I'd rather assume it than let loose once more, let it drag these people down into the darkness below. So it is my charge. A collector of sorts. For them, the unappreciative populace, that I stand here as I am. I bear the weight of the world on my shoulders. |
The prompt is pretty self-explanatory. You can throw one character, two characters, three characters into the cab with him, you can have some dude get in the cab with a gun and try to force him to do things... whatever you want! Go for it. | [WP] What if God was a taxi driver? | The man in the gray pinstriped suit and his tall brown-haired wife clambered into the back seat of the dirty orange cab.
"65th and Broadway."
The lady crossed one black boot over the other and turned to her partner. "It'll be fun."
Ten minutes later the couple left the cab and watched the Opera. | *texting*
*Dude come out side get in the cab, you're never going to believe me.*
Tanya looked at the screen blearily and sighed. Rolling over into her pillows she typed carefully on the tiny keyboard.
*It's four in the morning. No.* Then dropped the phone and threw her blanket over her head to snuggle into the warmth.
*Remember when I picked you up drunk and didn't tell mom? I'm calling in this favor, the biggest favor, and when you get out here you'll even give it back.*
She groaned and let herself roll off the bed gracelessly. Texting blindly as she felt around for her clothes.
*You. Suck.*
She pulled on her jeans, pushed her feet into her discarded shoes then searched for a shirt that didn't smell. Her closet was sadly empty. She found one in the pile of clean laundry she had yet to put away.
She was very quiet on the stairs so as not to wake her parents, and slid out into the night to find the cab sitting by the driveway, and her brother grinning from the back seat.
She slid in and buckled up.
"Hartley Square, if you would." He asked the cabbie, still grinning widely.
The driver nodded amicably, and they started off on the ten minute ride.
"Sooo?" Tanya questioned more with her eyes then her word.
Her brother quickly pointed to the drivers liscence on the seats back.
Her jaw dropped and she pulled out her phone.
*No freaking way!*
*I know right!*
*But he's obviously not the*real*one.*
*prolly not, still...*
*Wait have you talked to him at all?*
*Didn't know what to say.*
*You woke me up to be brave. You really do suck*
"So," Tanya started again. "You must get this all the time but your name?"
The man chuckled a deep chocolate tone that seemed to melt their ears. "Once or twice."
The words resonated in their chests and brother and sister reached out and held each others hands.
"So it's really you then?"
"It is."
"Why? Why, drive a cab? I mean you're practically GOD!"
Morgan Freeman laughed properly this time, stunning his passengers completely, as they leaned against the strain of their seatbelts to get closer to his magnificent voice.
"Funny thing type casting, isn't it." The man pulled the cab up to the curb. "Shall I take you home now?" He asked his twinkling eyes piercing them through the rearview.
"I, uh, yes please." Her brother managed.
There was a contented silence in the cab, thick like honey in summer.
Tanya started to sniffle and tried to hold back but blurted out the feelings building in her chest.
"But if you're God and I don't believe you'll send me to hell? How is that right?"
The mans eyes were sad in the reflective glass.
"Don't believe all men have said of me for their own coffers. Be good, it's enough. Although, honor thy mother and father, was a pretty important guideline." A smile broke across the mans face and Tonya felt so light and giddy it was like being four and on a sugar high.
The cab stopped and as her brother was paying she ran from the vehicle and pounded up the stairs and banged on her parents door.
A frantic scramble and the door was thrown wide by her shocked mother. Tanya threw her arms around the woman and sobbed.
"Last week I went to Jill's party even though you said not to and I got drunk even though I didn't know the punch was spiked and I didn't call you because I was scared at how mad you were going to be but Morgan Freeman is God."
"What?" The tired woman instinctively had her arms around the crying teen and was rubbing her back gently. "You're very, very grounded, but right now, we should eat ice cream. Ice cream makes midnight confessions much easier."
Her phone buzzed.
*Distract her so I can sneak upstairs.*
"NO!" she yelled downstairs, pocketing her phone. "You've got to get grounded too. And you don't get the favor back."
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The prompt is pretty self-explanatory. You can throw one character, two characters, three characters into the cab with him, you can have some dude get in the cab with a gun and try to force him to do things... whatever you want! Go for it. | [WP] What if God was a taxi driver? | I was just picked up in Manhattan and mentioned to the driver, "I need to get to Montague and Henry St. in Brooklyn."
"No problem. I know the place."
It was a miracle... no cab driver knows where anything is in Brooklyn.
| *texting*
*Dude come out side get in the cab, you're never going to believe me.*
Tanya looked at the screen blearily and sighed. Rolling over into her pillows she typed carefully on the tiny keyboard.
*It's four in the morning. No.* Then dropped the phone and threw her blanket over her head to snuggle into the warmth.
*Remember when I picked you up drunk and didn't tell mom? I'm calling in this favor, the biggest favor, and when you get out here you'll even give it back.*
She groaned and let herself roll off the bed gracelessly. Texting blindly as she felt around for her clothes.
*You. Suck.*
She pulled on her jeans, pushed her feet into her discarded shoes then searched for a shirt that didn't smell. Her closet was sadly empty. She found one in the pile of clean laundry she had yet to put away.
She was very quiet on the stairs so as not to wake her parents, and slid out into the night to find the cab sitting by the driveway, and her brother grinning from the back seat.
She slid in and buckled up.
"Hartley Square, if you would." He asked the cabbie, still grinning widely.
The driver nodded amicably, and they started off on the ten minute ride.
"Sooo?" Tanya questioned more with her eyes then her word.
Her brother quickly pointed to the drivers liscence on the seats back.
Her jaw dropped and she pulled out her phone.
*No freaking way!*
*I know right!*
*But he's obviously not the*real*one.*
*prolly not, still...*
*Wait have you talked to him at all?*
*Didn't know what to say.*
*You woke me up to be brave. You really do suck*
"So," Tanya started again. "You must get this all the time but your name?"
The man chuckled a deep chocolate tone that seemed to melt their ears. "Once or twice."
The words resonated in their chests and brother and sister reached out and held each others hands.
"So it's really you then?"
"It is."
"Why? Why, drive a cab? I mean you're practically GOD!"
Morgan Freeman laughed properly this time, stunning his passengers completely, as they leaned against the strain of their seatbelts to get closer to his magnificent voice.
"Funny thing type casting, isn't it." The man pulled the cab up to the curb. "Shall I take you home now?" He asked his twinkling eyes piercing them through the rearview.
"I, uh, yes please." Her brother managed.
There was a contented silence in the cab, thick like honey in summer.
Tanya started to sniffle and tried to hold back but blurted out the feelings building in her chest.
"But if you're God and I don't believe you'll send me to hell? How is that right?"
The mans eyes were sad in the reflective glass.
"Don't believe all men have said of me for their own coffers. Be good, it's enough. Although, honor thy mother and father, was a pretty important guideline." A smile broke across the mans face and Tonya felt so light and giddy it was like being four and on a sugar high.
The cab stopped and as her brother was paying she ran from the vehicle and pounded up the stairs and banged on her parents door.
A frantic scramble and the door was thrown wide by her shocked mother. Tanya threw her arms around the woman and sobbed.
"Last week I went to Jill's party even though you said not to and I got drunk even though I didn't know the punch was spiked and I didn't call you because I was scared at how mad you were going to be but Morgan Freeman is God."
"What?" The tired woman instinctively had her arms around the crying teen and was rubbing her back gently. "You're very, very grounded, but right now, we should eat ice cream. Ice cream makes midnight confessions much easier."
Her phone buzzed.
*Distract her so I can sneak upstairs.*
"NO!" she yelled downstairs, pocketing her phone. "You've got to get grounded too. And you don't get the favor back."
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The prompt is pretty self-explanatory. You can throw one character, two characters, three characters into the cab with him, you can have some dude get in the cab with a gun and try to force him to do things... whatever you want! Go for it. | [WP] What if God was a taxi driver? | It was raining and Harry had forgotten his umbrella. Usually, this would have just been swept under the rug and forgotten about as another stroke of bad luck but the pile of bad memories and thoughts was getting awfully large. So, Harry stood there while the rain soaked him to the bone and the taxis he signaled for did not stop. It was busy on a Friday night here and they probably already had a fare but Harry, falling prey to the arrogance all humans try to bottle up, cursed the driver's and their slight.
Darkness was settling in for its nightly stay and the cars switched their headlights on. Amplified by the rain's reflection Harry was blinded by the incoming cars and decided that walking home in this weather was better than burning his retinas to nothing. He pulled up his coat as best he could, cursed his luck, and started to trudge home.
"Hey, you still looking for a ride?"
Harry looked over and a bright yellow taxi had stopped, rolled down its window, and the man driving had called out to him. Maybe it was his lucky day. "Yeah," Harry said relieved. He opened the back door and climbed in. "You have no idea how happy I am that you stopped."
"Oh, I have an idea," said the driver warmly. He was middle aged and had deep smile lines, as if he somehow enjoyed his job. "It's mighty miserable outside and there you were out in the middle of it. I couldn't let you suffer so."
"Don't forget the fare."
The driver chuckled. "There is that. There is that." He looked into the rear view mirror. "Where to? Or do you just like the company of cabbies?"
"7th and Central. Right on the corner, I can walk the rest." Harry paused a bit and thought of home. His voice came out pained. "My wife is waiting for me so hurry the best you can."
"Troubles back home?" asked the driver. He immediately followed with, "Ah, you don't have to answer that, I pry too much anyhow."
Harry smiled a bit. "It's obvious, huh?"
"I have a talent for reading people." The driver pointed to his head. "If I got a college education I probably could have gone places, but I'm content here." The driver flexed his smile lines. "So to answer your question: only to me, if you know what I mean."
"Ah, I see." The cab lay in silence for some time before Harry finally broke it. "Yes, there has been some trouble."
The cab driver looked back at him. "Trouble at home is never good. It's wrath that destroys us."
Harry nodded. "You're right about that. So right." Harry took a deep breath. "So much has been going on lately it seems. She's seven months pregnant; the wife, that is. We've been married for four and together for eight. We were high school sweethearts."
"Long commitment," said the driver. "You're a strong man."
"Thanks but I wouldn't say that. Here I am pouring my heart and soul out onto a cab driver who is just doing his job and chatting the customer up. Strong is probably the exact opposite of what I am."
The driver laughed. "No, you're strong just as you are weak. We can't be one without the other, as they always say. Your wife's relationship with you is being strained just as yours is with her but neither one of you has given up yet. Strength doesn't mean you're impervious to weakness, you're just able to overcome it more often than not."
Harry frowned. "Surprisingly deep," Harry said before adding, "for a cab driver." The driver laughed again at the jibe. "I bet you get a thousand guys complaining to you about their wives."
"Oh yes, billions even," said the cab driver while Harry chuckled. "Sometimes, though, there are a couple men and women who just need a little support to make sure they don't ruin themselves or their relationship. A push in the right direction, if you will."
"Is that what this is?" asked Harry incredulously. "A push in the right direction?"
"No, I'm just a cab driver." They both shared a laugh at that. "I'm just hoping that man and wife can stay together through thick and thin. Husband should support their wives and wives should support their husbands. It's a vicious world out there and family is too important to lose." The cabbie pulled up to the corner of Central Avenue. "Well, we're here. I hope you and Caitlin do well together."
Harry got out of the cab, paid his fee, and thanked the driver. Then, Harry realized something strange. He whirled around saying, "I never told you my wife's . . ." But there was no sign of the cab. However, the rain had stopped and Harry felt in higher spirits. He swept the entire event under the carpet that may have been a little less full of debris. He'd have to work on that. He walked to his house and up the stone stairs. He opened the door, looked out into the street inquisitively one last time, and walked inside. | "Why?"
Johnathan's ominous driver circled the beaten down cab for the fourth time before finally delivering his answer."
"It...it was never a choice."
The driver hesitated, seemingly unsure of his actions, a departure from his supposed steadfast nature.
"You think I asked for this? To always know, to always see, to always hear, and feel, and understand, but never able to do anything?"
"But..what? I thought you were supposed to be, like, all-powerful or some shit.."
"Myth, rumors fantasies, legend. Call it what you will, it isn't fact."
Johnathan, feeling quite unsettled, glanced in the direction of the lock on his door. The top was cut off.
"You can't leave. You're as big a part of this now as I am."
And, with that, the cab departed from its recursive revolution around the park's parking lot, and made its way onto the highway. Johnathan's driver flashed him a reassuring glance, and veered the cab through the highway's guard rail, as the pair began their descent into the incomprehensible abyss of the afterlife. |
The prompt is pretty self-explanatory. You can throw one character, two characters, three characters into the cab with him, you can have some dude get in the cab with a gun and try to force him to do things... whatever you want! Go for it. | [WP] What if God was a taxi driver? | I was just picked up in Manhattan and mentioned to the driver, "I need to get to Montague and Henry St. in Brooklyn."
"No problem. I know the place."
It was a miracle... no cab driver knows where anything is in Brooklyn.
| "Why?"
Johnathan's ominous driver circled the beaten down cab for the fourth time before finally delivering his answer."
"It...it was never a choice."
The driver hesitated, seemingly unsure of his actions, a departure from his supposed steadfast nature.
"You think I asked for this? To always know, to always see, to always hear, and feel, and understand, but never able to do anything?"
"But..what? I thought you were supposed to be, like, all-powerful or some shit.."
"Myth, rumors fantasies, legend. Call it what you will, it isn't fact."
Johnathan, feeling quite unsettled, glanced in the direction of the lock on his door. The top was cut off.
"You can't leave. You're as big a part of this now as I am."
And, with that, the cab departed from its recursive revolution around the park's parking lot, and made its way onto the highway. Johnathan's driver flashed him a reassuring glance, and veered the cab through the highway's guard rail, as the pair began their descent into the incomprehensible abyss of the afterlife. |
The prompt is pretty self-explanatory. You can throw one character, two characters, three characters into the cab with him, you can have some dude get in the cab with a gun and try to force him to do things... whatever you want! Go for it. | [WP] What if God was a taxi driver? | I was just picked up in Manhattan and mentioned to the driver, "I need to get to Montague and Henry St. in Brooklyn."
"No problem. I know the place."
It was a miracle... no cab driver knows where anything is in Brooklyn.
| The man in the gray pinstriped suit and his tall brown-haired wife clambered into the back seat of the dirty orange cab.
"65th and Broadway."
The lady crossed one black boot over the other and turned to her partner. "It'll be fun."
Ten minutes later the couple left the cab and watched the Opera. |
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